Sea Shanty for The Unreliable Narrator

Remember when we first went down there together
and out into space on the edge of the tether?
You said it’s like swimming through a Bermuda’s triangle
we made mathematical sense of something newfangled.

But now you don’t have so much time
and there ain’t enough room for us in your mind.

When you walked out of the sea and into the sand.
With only the clothes on your back in your hand.
We waited and watched
worried and stewed.
The line of the phone and tealeaves we brewed.

Bathed in a bathysphere floating in trust
but your mind isn’t big enough for the both of us.

Is it hell living in that diving bell?
What do you tear asunder every time you go under?
Are we like the creatures you see in the deep?
Glow while awake and gone when you sleep?

And right now it grows dark at the heart of the sea and dim in the deepest parts of me.

For all of us here that still walk on the land
and don’t go to sea with invisible bands
are bound and determined to fade out like ghosts
haunting the mind of a parasite’s host.