From the Mouth of a Broken Whale
Inside the mouth of a broken whale, we found our hope. The darkness enfolded tighter every moment we allowed our eyes to open; we kept them closed and let go, gave ourselves faith to abide the pitch without our sight. We were in utter black, blind to the world (but not from the world). They watched us through translucent skin, while we slept side-by-side.
Whether the beast disliked our smell or taste - reeking only of each other - we were spat into the light, blinded by the jaded sea. Shot through the spiracle, awed by the sapphire megalith, supposed to hold the men together, we slowly drifted through channels and undertow, unknown. In the clear abyss, we drift alone in darkened undertone.
The men are scattered in the vast, breathing last breaths in failed attempts. Crushed lungs once dreamed to breathe in shallower waters. Skyward, watchers peer on us through the clear blue and crystalline scales - watching how the mission failed, not caring in the least. Wreak havoc on the sea with tumultous waves that carry carcasses far apart. Let the fish rip out the heart. We lay our last breaths' release, staring down on emerald spires growing up to pull us down. Drag us back to where we found our hope, to where we were consumed.
Whether the beast disliked our smell or taste - reeking only of each other - we were spat into the light, blinded by the jaded sea. Shot through the spiracle, awed by the sapphire megalith, supposed to hold the men together, we slowly drifted through channels and undertow, unknown. In the clear abyss, we drift alone in darkened undertone.
The men are scattered in the vast, breathing last breaths in failed attempts. Crushed lungs once dreamed to breathe in shallower waters. Skyward, watchers peer on us through the clear blue and crystalline scales - watching how the mission failed, not caring in the least. Wreak havoc on the sea with tumultous waves that carry carcasses far apart. Let the fish rip out the heart. We lay our last breaths' release, staring down on emerald spires growing up to pull us down. Drag us back to where we found our hope, to where we were consumed.