a glass ocean meeting a mountain--

dead of the night discordant pitch

of thorough breakage.

tinkling shards in whirlpools slicing

and splintering in spiraling inundation--

toy like vessels sunk, what could not

float the tonnage of drowning sound.

cargo of guts bust open, miles long tangled round

those vessels, wrapped tight for the ride down.

Beethoven's defiant deathbed fist clashing

with lightning, thundering blows--the

mass exodus composition of an unbreakable

spirit.

******* The Face of The Deep that voids

eyes at will--to behold its own!

nothing is in vain, even when beset with

such vanity!