Lashed to the side .washed by the rolling tide
I have traversed the oceans wide.somehow. my cursed soul
Cannot find surcease.

Seasons go and decades flow.
Down, down to the depths we go. A watery grave
I stubornly craved ,no such. Cursed beast.

"No whale. No cursed devil."
Release me to darkness.
To hell and gone.

Vengeance is mine saeth the lord
I Ahab spat defiance.
A wooden keepsake strapped to my knee.

A bitter morsel  for mobey **** who bit and spit the cursed zealot
Away to drift.

Now strapped astride.his sworn foe
His soul long dead .sent ahead.
Ahabs sentence


To prowl the depths
To see the unseen.
Fathom for fathom.dark and deep
Never to sleep or feel the touch.


A horrific Dutchman to end of days
To repent for his blackheart vengeance.
Forever cast

Away.

Hard a starboard. Lash.yourselves down boys
Were coming about to fire broadside.
All hands.

A rag tag crew.on
Hardtack and tea going about business , down to the sea.
David Jones's

Beyond the crows nest.
Ship Ahoy.
The yardarm as pendulum and there.

Ahab in his element.
Fathoms deep.
forward to world's end

Bring up the long glass. sea spray and salty breezes
Sun weathered skin, looking for world's end
around the bend in the horizon

It ends and falls away
the rest to the imagining
2.9 miles out.The deep blue
gives way to the churning horizon.
2.9 miles to world's end.

3 sheets to the wind or
To Poseidon's palace.

So down , down ,down he goes smooth and silent
down she goes lungs fresh and clean, no bottom in sight
just he and the night. The thinning light of day.

Down they go with ease. The challenge lies ahead
the music playing slow and sweet.

Minutes are like hours to the unknowing, undisciplined , unwilling.
Baptism lies in the slow pulsing of the heart and the knowing deep within that
pleasure and pain ebbs and dances as down, down, down where under the waves to deep blue nothingness and further still as far as will allows.

How long can you linger and keep your head as you strive to return to amniotic bliss, that
place that echoes with muted sound and muffled voices that held your focus.
not in this world but of it.
unborn aquanaut

So down you go to crushing penance
to blue and cold to the limit and to what end.
to return is unwritten because the ultimate gamble
now the die is cast
to will the last ounce of life from lungs now flat.

To rise to life or remain in stasis
or so it seems
depleted logic dictates that you may well stay
below, beneath the  waves
choose life
arise.