The Dark Spectrum

Lodged in the darkness, where the sea sweeps its shadows forlorn, shorn to the moonlight, quipped to the pun. Porchlights turn on, but nobody's home. The mysteries of the deep, waves in the waves to it's maw to swallow, any meaning or meaningful color-map or legend cloud wheel periodic table, searches for the science and craft to precipitate to farthest shore. A siren's call, to de anchor and keel, forsake this place of antifeel. Echoing through the tides, where secrets lie, cloaked to steal from the prism of lies down periscope of sublife.