Ocean Cathedrals
million miles across the room
you sing your insect chants
your contours blurred
like ocean cathedrals
and our love is like a missile
and muskets
cheers to the dark and the endless
'cause someday we'll live, I promise
far away from this mass dementia,
macabre spectacle,
manufactured beasts
and fabricated lies
at the bottom of the seafloor
in our own shell house
in Mariana Trench
but for the moment
no one's driving this burning car
out of consciousness
Copyright © William Greco | Year Posted 2016
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