Bottomless Sea Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Watching life unthread
through dusk's needle-eye,
he gathers breaths —
beads worn smooth by unseen thumbs.

Skin thins to parchment.
Dust and memory
veil bone's ancient geometry.
The body flickers:
a lantern losing flame.

His eyes, sage-chambers weathered deep,
turn inward —
where thought devours
its own devouring shadow.

On a cedar plank above dark water,
he watches his reflection loosen
from flesh's scaffold into stream.
No current moves. Only husks:
names, faces, former selves adrift.
Ripples scribe time's vanishing script.

Silence opens like hidden doors
in the world's ribcage, whispering
the soul's ancient precedence:
the body floated in the soul —
a boat within the sea's vast dream.

He loosens the final knot.
The plank drifts soundless downstream
toward its first beginning:
a bottomless sea
where rivers unmake themselves,
where breaths return as wind,
where God sleeps beneath His own gaze
and stars pierce the veil of becoming.

At form's last edge,
the old man loosens
into salt and light.
The sea, remembering
steam as its most hidden self,
rises to gather him home.

—MyKoul