Black boat warped and charred,
will you sing for me?

Under the sobbing star
reaching for what once was.

Lost innocence,
the dance of the drowned.

Does the whirlpools gluttony
consume all that hopes?

At the edge of creation madness cradling whatever is left of peace.

Solace and sand trickle through
time and space.

So let sit the lone lily,
floating through annihilation.