Swell

and I thought
it was time
to empty myself
with the fullness
of the moon,
until I found
my being swell
with every ebb;
fullness is a name
we choose
to adorn
what cannot be named,
what cannot be beautified -
the infinite vessel
which holds and feels
everything
to its brim,
and its ever-widening
lines and circles,
where I am reborn,
with every swell.