there are sunken cities
off the pacific ocean.
places we never heard of,
people we will never come to know.
an entire island,
swallowed into depths of darkness;
stuck in time forever like a broken clock
with only one face for the world.
if she were an island,
she would have been atlantis.
her life a compilation of fiction and hypothesis.
archaeologist have searched,
many in vain, for civilisation,
for prevailing proof of her existence.
like any of this all would matter.
because believe me when i say
that i have spent four years
submerged in the atlantic ocean
and the only thing i found
is that there is
no greater distance than
loving figments of her
ghostly shadow.