Drowned

I keep my peace, though there is none - Gelacio Y.Guillermo, The Returning Son cold i whisper to my palms even more so to the waters while i clench myself like a stone below this common ground next to darkness nobody knows me here here where daylight prior to its savings leaves no footfalls but shadows alone stalk me in silence captured by the vacuum pores of my body preparing for its earthly plunge warmth departs from my skin and fur like ripples on wave blown sand as the hours toss and turn and twist with all memories sunk deep before my thoughts go numb like ice below this common ground next to darkness cold i whisper