pacific_ocean ovenbird We are divers–seekers of depth, collectors of bone. The Pacific Ocean is a graveyard worth robbing. We point our faces to the trenches and let the weight of water crush air from our lungs. We pull whale skeletons from the deeps, bones the boards that made a home for the largest hearts to live in. I clutch a rib crusted with barnacles of dark meat. Hunks of fat and combs of keratin come loose and sink to the sand. We are too far gone to feel the sun, but we look to where we know it hangs in a world that isn’t water, and push towards the promise of photons and heat enough to reach our marrow. 250609 what's it to you? who go blather from