Bleached White

I must mine your mind
I am sure you understand
You have been where I am
Fragile, porous, and brittle
A forgotten mess of bones
I need help to fix
Please, will you release what I need?
I’m full up to the spill with what I don’t need
Are you a sleek, wet salmon
Tiny, powerful blue heart
And a fierce direction?
Are you a bed of coral
Full to opaque with dark secrets
Or, are you bleached white?