Before Division

before that, no thirst, but endless swallow
there was dusk
no lungs to stop it
the moist melody of earth gave me time
instead of taking it.
Mother's hurry wasn't there.
It wasn't for lack of love that we split.
The consonants of ocean-
crashing waves.
We are eternally moved out
of the unknown vowels
to crash on the surface with sound.
We thrive like flies on things
washed up from the depths unknown.
For us to go too deep is to explode.
Our lack of comprehension
keeps us in the shallow breathing water.