I sat alone in Talland Bay,
my blood like the tide
cresting at my fingertips

– I touched the edge of sanity.
So much sea
smothers the brain.

Beyond the polystyrene cliffs
painted the colour of ash,
and deeper; the hollows
of insurmountable mountains,

is everything filled like air
stills in my lungs.
And around me;
one alveoli in a tree of bays,

the sea exhaled on my hands.

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