adrift
no more
mooring
just hints
of flame
fireflies
turned to ash
where ropes
once kept
me tethered
fluent in
self shibari
from tracing
the knots
inside my
labyrinthian
hell of a mind

my fingers
disrupt my wake
making any attempt
to triangulate
my location
before the sharks
follow pink foam
as a fool slowly
exsanguinates
an impossible task