Deep, outside oceans
Hiding, cowered in their secret caves
Alone, quiet, lurking
Riding –
The darkness, of their waves
Calmly, the frozen present
Glides, along as a time shunned slave
As a vessel of empty
Writhing –
Into an extant chaos, forever, depraved
Interspersed, amongst the sprits
Life, listens, along a spectrum shaved
And prays, for new awareness
Diving –
Into the blackness, of their graves.
Hat Tip: Nathaniel Hawthorne – “The Ocean”