Three fish swim where words once lived,
circling truths the silence hid.
One remembers, one forgets,
one has yet to surface.
Mercury whispers what was left unsaid,
Venus questions the love we fed.
And somewhere between the two,
a stranger wears a face I knew.
Three moons watch without a sound,
as heaven turns and time unwinds.
The sun burns bright behind my eyes,
yet something deeper waits inside.
I pull at threads I cannot see,
of all I was supposed to be.
The waters rise, the colors bleed,
and chaos gives the soul its wings.
A triangle hangs against the red,
three points toward what lies ahead.
Is it a warning, or a door?
Have I been here once before?
The veil grows thin.
The fish still swim.
The world remains.
But am I still within?
