So much remains
It mounts on the seashore
Forms crusts in cave arks you cannot see
It does not disappear with time
Like the elders promised
It lives in the water
A baptism of paper cuts
Separating you from your skin
With every breathing wave
You are losing yourself
In the folding water
The deepness of it muffles your voice
Honours you with lazy bubbles
Brewing at the surface
For stillness, for pure water
You nightly pray
I hear each word
So much remains
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