Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Abyssal Ocean.


Why can't we float through the same air, that we all swim in.
Why must our breath, whip the ocean, into hurricanes.
Walls of water...Drown our voice.
Whipping winds from the spray of water droplets...
Split our breath in half, lungs losing their vessel.

Lying in our watery-grave, where our lips lie anyway,
Pressure grows, as mine are smushed, against yours.
My tongue taste the remains of a message...
Now trapped in a bottle,
Plummeting down our throats...
Our coat of dote, is rotting as we speak.

Dreams of waves settle,
As does my eyes on our fettle.
The infinite abyssal.
We strive, in our own world...
Sailing the ocean, full of leagues.
We flourish...in this fatigue.

Rhythmic waves leave debris, from the open sea...
Leaving me at eye level...but I can't see.
My thoughts lost, feeding the whirlpool.
Dabbing the watermill, in its yearning fuel,
We quench our thirst, on our own drool.

Anchors walk the plank, and are told not to splash.
But oh how we love to collide, and dash.
Unsatisfied with the quiet wind, and songs that sirens send...
We spew into the hurricane's eye.
It wails, like the crashing tide.
So we catch water in pails,
And fill our sails,
As we both fight back against the gale.

Mysteries of the ocean dispense,
One drop at a time...
Filling our hearts, with desire,
To wade forward...through this mire.
With our hands intertwined, lingering around the helm,
We set this floating pyre, on fire.

We finally drift from the wheel...
Jump ship, our hands are leal.
We cannonball, into our gin.
Letting the current take us in...
But we still dare, to swim.

As the current slows, as we hit the end...
We defend our last, it is what we portend...
For in our dreams, we pretend.
Our breath, we forgo.
Simply drowning, we finally let go...
But eventually awake, ignorant,
In the same flow.
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