How you swerve with the current of the deep blue,
change with the conditions of the sea
deviate, sting, pierce prey
to see a morning anew
how you oscillate with heat,
how we increase
the abnormality of your birth in bloom.
When you die, sink.
Flickering beams of light sift through the surface of the sea
according to the sea-side swing of the waves–
but they dwindle ever so quickly
and in the blink of an eye they are replaced.
Some emerge, stranded ashore
where their bodily beauty decomposes in a foreign world
where light refracts off the surface of a new sea,
a deathbed of sand encrusted
where it is interfered with even after the end,
spotted, picked up, cased in resin,
But for a time
bioluminescence preserves their radiance
even in ill- timed death