Diagrams and Diaphragm

lost in the Sea of Marmara...
labeling along the edge of deep rhythms
mimicked on the inside, in trails and intestines
kidneys, liver, stomach aches, erasing heart breaks
re-aligning with new diagrams, details, directions
nibbling fingers, banging on drums, other percussions
not quite there, stuck in the unknown
swimming with bass and base in Bosporus Straits
finally arrive on a stream of contradictions
trickling into the black sea
with two elegant shades of blue beside me

~Emily Loren Moss