Where Boundaries Dissolve

Where water meets light, the boundary unmakes itself— not into clarity but into a thousand fractured possibilities.

Each ripple carries the memory of something deeper, something that trembled at the surface and broke.

What lives in this space between the solid and the seen? The swimmer doesn't ask. The wave forgets to remember.

Only the eye holds both shores at once, neither drowning nor descending, just the strange geometry of being suspended between.