Friday, September 08, 2006

sea change (It's all the samer, 2)

look to the parched land where you are standing
there is no one there, no one else is left
we’ve all gone to the bottom of the sea

the peaceless rest of a watery grave
forever drifting
soothing drifting
softening
everything we are comes apart together

stand down the nobler, can you taste the bitterer
Business as usual,
thoroughly masticated
churned
now we work earnestly under the swells

bids to be the supremer, all turn out the samer
deserted
on the tank
shackles rotting
in our briny deep, we all share a pulse

flowing
throbbing

pulsing


together



drifting




soothing





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