Sunday, 27 May 2012

Transmitting tonight

A drifting delusion disproven
A subsonic drowning dream
Has set off a series of failings
Inside this infinite thing

Now the craft that held the illusion
The container I put my trust in
Is just a trifling series of splinters
Stuck in the ocean’s skin

And beneath the waves and the turning of days
At the bottom of everything
A submerged beacon calls and calls
The empty silence on in.

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