My soul resonates with a silent energy, like
          a swelling sea rising up to swallow the diver.

          This energy pervades through me, passing forth from the tips of my fingers and the slithering of my tongue.
          It moves outward into dimensions unseen but that are felt by the heart.

          Yours and mine.

          —Our chests acting as Richter scales calibrated to define the low frequency that is the thumping of my newest essence.

          It touches you and changes you just as quietly as it touches and changes me.
          But changes of minutiae are changes all the same, and you and I are now different.

          Beneath the rolling waves of black,
          images sear the ocean like oil set aflame.

          Birthed from the disengaged eyes of simple chestnut,
          a soundless purge removes the diver.

          All that remains
          are the lapping of waves,
          and you are now welcome
          to swim in my sea.