Tuesday, July 12, 2005

The Anatomy Of A Past

Today is bubbled,
In a ball,
That looks on,
As the timeless sea,
Crashing and waving
By, deluge
A past,
Of hungry stomachs,
And unbridled lust
And sees in the
Distance, apocalypse
In tiny vials of remorse,
Litter in contempt,
The frenzy surface
Of the ocean
And it thinks to itself,
About the tides extinct,
And the drowning floatsam,
How they stayed and left,
With grieving mermaids,
Their lonely witnesses.

This timeless sea,
It shook in waves,
In transparent blue memory
Of the past,
As today,
Wrapped up in itself,
Shamelessly sighed and,
Kept looking on.