Ocean is an old discarded myth.
I hear the leisurely blue songs
Of the whale swimming
Serenely
At the back of my mind
I view her sprout jets of love
As she dives and crashes
I thought she was an island
On which I could live
But she fled.
I have gone down under the waves of sleep
Waters as voluptuous as death
Have engulfed me
When I open my eyes
The world turns its back upon me
They say
She is just a blue apparition
On an inky night
Her songs are the merely moving ridges
Tumbling over one another
Plug your ears they say
Now that I am just a pallid corpse
Floating like a weed under the sea
I will reach out to her
And let her secret songs
Run like silk through my veins
12 August 2010 12 pm
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