If this Dark were the Ocean

If this Dark were the Ocean
I'd be a Blue Whale
diving to the cold embrace
of the Architeuthis in the trench

Past flailing frogmen
gaping from fragile masks,
sucking thin air 
from thrift shop tanks
In my wake the vacant fish
flickering in fickle shoals

Diving 'til the vibrant crashing shores
are left for Silence
and pursuing beams
give up on all pursuit

Until I cruise the grey basement
of this numb, frigid sea
in search of nameless wounds
where Earth brings forth her molten fruit.

Copyright
Frank Riverman 2015

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