Her eyes, twin pools.
And babes, asleep in their beds
who's eyes hath seen but not yet stirred
the murky waters waiting.
Plunging deep, my feet did sink
into a billowing pile of storm;
Ten feet tall and raging, I was
swallowed and became a
lesser version of myself.
Standing in the eye I observed
the frightening calm, the
clear calamity, and faced
my prey again, still hostile
and beautiful
in its putrid ambiguity.
Alas, my friends,
the greats were wrong in their
published woes of strong goodbyes;
the storm still rages far behind,
picking up the pieces of a boot, a limb, a scattered sentence.
Alas my dear,
so severed now we turn as storms
now nothing but a fit of rain behind
their eyes still closed
and sleeping.
who's eyes hath seen but not yet stirred
the murky waters waiting.
Plunging deep, my feet did sink
into a billowing pile of storm;
Ten feet tall and raging, I was
swallowed and became a
lesser version of myself.
Standing in the eye I observed
the frightening calm, the
clear calamity, and faced
my prey again, still hostile
and beautiful
in its putrid ambiguity.
Alas, my friends,
the greats were wrong in their
published woes of strong goodbyes;
the storm still rages far behind,
picking up the pieces of a boot, a limb, a scattered sentence.
Alas my dear,
so severed now we turn as storms
now nothing but a fit of rain behind
their eyes still closed
and sleeping.