Black Chrysalis

Humanity, the leaning yawl of infinite holes God the tranquil sea for a millennium or so Swells are growing bold as sky swirls gray humanity, taking on barrels of water and salt ivory gulls are shrieking at the crimson spray. Biters and crawlers are awaiting the flesh the universe is a distant shell of pure cold a craft lies emptied on an isle of sea glass a blackened chrysalis of forgotten souls.