Laying upon the ocean's floor
Broken, torn or compromised
The irony of the nether gift
Now an eternity of dark despair
Fathoms abound me everywhere
No need to breathe or eat
No need to sleep or see,
In this lightless deep, below
[Upon that vessel, upon that tide
A library of thought kept in its belly]
I would sacrifice my very soul
Just to read one page, one word
The nether bound with me,
Transgressing the passage of time
Sitting, pondering, knowing that I'm doomed
Hundreds of volumes of text
Pictures, words, learning
My love, my art and my knowledge
Covered by the arms of the sea |
