Ship of Theseus

Wolves of water
Might of blind force
Living movement of sunlight
Currents churning
The reflecting edges of the shale
Soft rains pierce hard marble
Heat seeps through the silver
There is only mixing and dissociation
Nothing remains
What is the life that I have chosen?
The wave-shattered hull
Theseus in the labyrinth
Hunched in a cave of broken myths