Friday, September 27, 2024

Sea of Holes

My feet were burned by roasting coal, 

a cryptic message there foretold.

I felt the heat and longed for cold 

and paid a price that wasn't sold.

 

The shell of that which used to be

turns unto fish and swims to sea.

I saw it all in morbid dreams

she passed beyond in front of me.


There set adrift a Sea of Holes:

a wayward grave of lofty goals.

The river flows o'er shores and shoals,

deposits one on banks of souls.