Our Own Saviours

the minnows scales

flicker as the nightlight

kisses its composure, 

the shoal disown those

exhibiting 

beautiful 

colour 

and

posture,

seahorse saviours 

sit safe and secluded

in a million years 

of friction, 

sand lands

expand 

globally

I sink my feet

into extinction 

regularly,

we’re electricity

flickering, 

powering

flesh 

and 

bone 

exoskeletons,

we’re brief, 

a confusion

bled onto 

the surface

of a primordial seed,

we function 

idealistically,

we fade

unchained

and freed

from ingrained 

beliefs 

and 

learned 

behaviour,

we’re our 

own saviours,

there is no god