Once our feet and hands were closely bound to the ocean, as if now a different life. In dark shades our silhouettes; the glitz of the city beyond. The past yet present around us. Hitherto the deep pools of your eyes, the land of verdant promises. Foreign are these skies with a blurry moon. Desultory was my heart’s claim to fame. Yet I loved you. Night. Hungry fingers to grab what is not mine. Artificial limbs grown once when from the murky sea. Streaking rain on the windowpanes. Dispersed blues and greens. The coelacanth.