Sail with me onto the dreamy
Blackened waters evermore
Miles from the distant shore
Another world to call our own.
Perhaps there is no planet here,
No tranquil steppe to this precipitous realm
Where the pressure aches the whole way down
Weightless of a thousand atmospheres
My brain quakes a broken stone,
Transparent eyes in no place
This etherized abyss communicates
A world embarked from the known
Deeper, deeper must we go
Through the darkened deep thorough
A gift of its own; this fathomless dome
A grounding place to guide us home
A thousand times climb below,
A million spheres by stars unknown
And yet every night in moonlit sight
I swim from shore, a stolen beau
On fog-filled days I do not see
Time comes to pass without a scene
To skip along that broken sea
And return to toiling soils
For when the weather agrees, a diving odyssey
Where I sojourn that boundless time;
With a murky message from the void that pines
To a solemn soul's menagerie
Socketed-shapes rapidly move to trace
The walls of my sailing-quarter
Eyes wide-shut in dumbstruck horror
In the darkness; my pale face
Drowning in the pitch
Dismembered hands claw for the portal
In that frozen furled, immortal
Blind fringes skitter deep-dark fish
One day into this place I will sink
And of the land cease to think
To call unto other curious souls
From that eternal deep below
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
Sail with me onto the dreamy
Blackened waters evermore
Miles from the distant shore
Another world to call our own.
Perhaps there is no planet here,
No tranquil steppe to this precipitous realm
Where the pressure aches the whole way down
Weightless of a thousand atmospheres
My brain quakes a broken stone,
Transparent eyes in no place
This etherized abyss communicates
A world embarked from the known
Deeper, deeper must we go
Through the darkened deep thorough
A gift of its own; this fathomless dome
A grounding place to guide us home
A thousand times climb below,
A million spheres by stars unknown
And yet every night in moonlit sight
I swim from shore, a stolen beau
On fog-filled days I do not see
Time comes to pass without a scene
To skip along that broken sea
And return to toiling soils
For when the weather agrees, a diving odyssey
Where I sojourn that boundless time;
With a murky message from the void that pines
To a solemn soul's menagerie
Socketed-shapes rapidly move to trace
The walls of my sailing-quarter
Eyes wide-shut in dumbstruck horror
In the darkness; my pale face
Drowning in the pitch
Dismembered hands claw for the portal
In that frozen furled, immortal
Blind fringes skitter deep-dark fish
One day into this place I will sink
And of the land cease to think
To call unto other curious souls
From that eternal deep below
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