Our cards were marked years ago
and I don't have a ****** back with that
for in the book that cronus does hold
I have in their words become in obsolete

So here I stand on this pebbled beach of Hastings
the place that makes me, makes me feel so real
let the moon do her work for me
and at midnight whisper my name

I call to the creatures of the abyss
from the dark realms where superior is life
the first to greet me are those of many arms
they are the starfish that crawl and dry on the beach

Then do come the bottom feeders
those that gills fill with detritus filtering cloudy
then come my sweet endodermic elite
the cattle of the deep blue saline seas

We all sing to the moon
for she is our mother
to the drifting forever complete
we by all knowing, in obsolete


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aska NeonSolaris