Anxious Clouds

I have grown the nacreous wings of a jellyfish,
I am soaring in the spiralling linguistics of water
lilting my feathers to eclipse the sea sun.
It is here the fishers with
too many faces to count take hold.
They throw a net into
the starry pinpricks of
the moonlight ocean
and it magnetises my
heart towards edge-less fear.
I lose beat, breath,
and the sense of all oxygen.
The fishers watch my formation fall and
each face of a past lover, lost friends,
my sister's ghost reappears
pouring waves down my mouth.
I lie anxious in the nether
regions, the never places
of green iridescent despair.