Marianas Trench

as all suns begin to evaporate through the canals of salt and tremble under the weight of water and touch the untouched ground the zealous trench is draped with coral stags and seaweed-snakes and teethed with pores of fire which cleaves all light as a strange fish, ill wander forever the opaque, in search of nothing in the hearth of origin, of dreams in realms of jostling rainbows ill plant my velvet flag and sleep, in winding sheets