the hunter; the hunted; the hunt

from between my lips, the great white-lies are feeding on anything they can sink their teeth into. jagged fangs ready for action as the frenzied schools amass in the shallows, and the vast depths of consciousness are left vacated as i myself become one with the predator, the prey, and the waves of thought washing over my body. unintelligible motions seeking to consume, seeking to escape, seeking to prove an eagerness and ability to exist.

the sense of self-preservation pushing both the hunter and the hunted dangerously close to the very limits of our viable world, far beyond the ease and creature comforts of open waters. this is the instinct that has helped us both survive; this is the instinct that could mean filling or eluding those jaws; this is the instinct that with one errant thrust onward might be not the only, but ultimately the final agent of our undoing.

existential urgency equally able to force us out of our precious waters with unintended exposure, unprotected in the harsh light of day to slowly waste away alone on the endless, abrasive and unforgiving sands of time.