Water In The Sea, Moving In The Dark Bodies

Left to turn is the page that brings me peace. Left to write is the note that finishes the chord. Left to understand is the sea, moving dark bodies of water. Water in the sea, moving in the dark bodies. Being is caught up in the race to the bottom, it has broken and is breathing silently, it looks at itself and it cries ‘I am alone, all is me!’ But it does not only cry in that tongue. It cries in the sounds of the animals. The fish swim in a beauty, under and gone. It silver paints a circle round. Beauty, it shines out of the glowing orb which even beats itself by shining brighter.