I had to climb over the waves
And under the current
Search the ever changing tide
For any scraps of myself along its maritime embrace

Skirting its sheet gray resistance
I broke the surface
Submerged
Apparently I've turned my heart to fodder and drowned in mounds of my own doddering

Clashing, thrashing, a body entombed without air
Smashing, lashing, there wasn't a way to share

What is left in the memoir of a cadaver on the sea
Babbling akin to brooks, went my energy
Dead, literal now, but before, it was ice
Frigid, fragile, drift, it wasn't very nice

Succumbed to temperatures, my soul would not withstand
I resigned myself to quitting, I would not demand

Naught but a place to rest,
Somewhere to abide ashore
Now I'm spearfishing
Hopeful I'd find more

Than what lay at the bottom of the ocean.