glass hearts

it's dark. 

you wouldn’t know that if you looked at me, 

of course

you wouldn’t even know i’m there

transparent, lucid,

three hearts beating in the deep

where am i?

or we?

somewhere below, probably.

the waters carry the knowledge that

i will live for 1,500 days

i don’t know where it came from.

it is lonely down here

just us,

floating through the abyss.

oh? 

i hear the song of the whales, 

somewhere far away;

they would eat me if they could find us, 

in our isolation.

one day soon, i will mate

hundreds will be born, 

but few will survive as long as i have.

i’m lucky,

as much as someone in my position can be.

i ate a mollusk, some time ago

it was the last creature i saw down here before You arrived. 

what are You, anyway?

You, drifting down through the waters

You, with your lights

You, the unnatural amalgam of rock and metal.

this is not Your place, you know.

i see, inside your steel shell, are smaller creatures

You aren’t alive.

they, however, definitely are.

why have they come here?

why have they come inside you, 

a cage of their own making.

can they not swim?

or perhaps they can’t breathe.

what would it be like 

to be like them,

moving out of water; 

moving on just two legs. 

could i do that?

probably.

just not for long. 

where do You come from, bringing them?

a faraway place, out of the water?

i cannot imagine it.

all i know is the dark

and the loneliness within it.