Once Known, You Are Lost (rec)
Surrender happens long before submersion.
The sea is a woman.
Always changing,
yet endlessly familiar.
Her beauty resists understanding—
felt first in the body,
then too late in the mind.
She holds a thousand lives against her skin,
feeds them,
cradles them,
devours them without apology.
The storms of her heart
are not threats.
They are truths.
Her pull is undeniable—
salt on the tongue,
pressure in the chest,
the ache to go deeper
even as breath shortens.
If you are caught
in her power,
do not struggle.
She does not want resistance.
She asks surrender—
limbs slack,
eyes closed,
will dissolving into rhythm.
Let her take you.
Let her fill your mouth,
your lungs,
your name.
This is not drowning.
This is being claimed.
Total consumption.
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