The Shark's the Ocean's Clock

Horror is my love language

May 19, 2026

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  Horror is my love language
  through which the eternal carved
  my divine array

I flow as Time 
  flows through itself
  by restraint of shape,
I am the Ocean 
  piercing itself
  by the constraint of flesh
set into hunger's 
form, I flow, 
   with the same purpose 
as Chronos,

   To   Devour   All

My soul essence's
                 go-forward
                           as the clock
   
                       as it is of Time 
                 to perish
     if it stops

Out of the Ocean 
   comes all life
      and to me
it all comes back

See my clock 
         tick 
        with 
          teeth,
divine in my rows
                the expanse 
      of my symmetry,
         the geometry 
  of my pace,
 the span 
of eternity
carved in my skeleton:

  The Teeth Temple,
  the tempo of bones
whose substance is time
and to Time return
in my jaws,
as all life 
is mine
and can only be so
in Chronos' kingdom

Here dissolve
the Rulers of the Sky
and my eyes
need not their glimmer,

    I am a gliding pillar

        whose ends are 
           a frozen sun
            and a moon 
              that burns

My constellation is
the calcium corpse
       cemetery deep
in the garden
of everdarkness
     that is the mirror
      of Luna's mien
          never shown,
       shineless 
as the Ocean's floor

My 
spinal 
column
totems time,
engraved 
image of 
Chronos
in vertebras'
rhymes

My sinews are 
the Ledger of the Sea
and as water holds
I digest
space into memories,
the Ocean's Vault
and its recall

          My 
       digestive
             tract
   is the process of history,
               as I pierce the Ocean
    and the Ocean pierces me,
clepsydra of destiny:
  I am the Ocean's clock
   that never stops,
       my true form
         my skeleton:
—Invertebrate Horologe—
   —Death's   Metronome—
—Gnomon    of the Sunless Dial—