All I taste is Salt

I twist

Like paper on the wind;

The earth batters me

And I dip down, down

Into the crystal nothing—

No sky above,

No earth below—

Pressure building

Strangling the life

From hearth and home—

No warmth

Down below the waves,

My tumult silent

In the swallowing mass

That caresses all the hearing

From my mind.

All I taste

Is salt.