Coast

I dream of the sound plates at Dungeness and the chalk at Dover. The Channel speaks to me and breaths life into me like a friend I always but never knew was there.

Metacarcinus Magister, Brachyura, Decapoda, Dakoticancroidea, frighten me and send shivers down my spine but still I want more.

Where the land meets the sea and where I meet my ultimate fear yet my beloved friend, always waiting, but always different. Gulf, shore, pelagic, bay. Agents of rocks and cliffs eroding and breaking, dipping and falling, crashing and rolling. I dream of Mermaids and pulsing jellyfish and wrecks with crabs scuttling through the eyes of skulls.

My extended outlook towards this millpond mass is echoed with the words of my childhood... Cromarty
Forth
Tyne
Dogger
Fisher

Bluff, stack, stump, slide away, swallow....me....whole and let me go. Boondocks, mudflats, ria, shoal, split and arc. Split and take me, over and over again. Up and down and over and over again. It's hurting my eyes and burning my throat but I am there and this makes me real, and beyond humanity.

And we are sleeping and we are sailing by...Fisher
German Bight
Humber
Thames
Dover
Wight

I am formerly Finasterre and formally covered in dust and layers of skin that I shed when in and dreaming of my Sole
Lundy
Fastnet
Irish Sea
Shannon
Rockall
Malin
Hebrides
Bailey
Fair Isle
Faeroes

And I love you. But every part of you terrifies me to my very core and the length of coastline reaches infinity...

Mare, el Mar, Mer, how long is the coast? And how long is my love for you?