shimmering sea
The shimmering sea is in our depths.
So I look at the shifting moods of this shimmering sea
and see her through the currents expressed
on a threadbare boat with sheets in disarray:
terror is all I see in her frenetic flow.
From the surface the depths of my shimmering sea are
tentacled, alien creatures gasping on oiled sands who are
suddenly, soddenly grabbed from the depths
and removed through chemistry from the flow.
I find a copper taste straight from this sea
is a creeping, cyclical disarray
only broken by commonalities half-expressed.
So I close my eyes,search for a conduct expressed
in stories from when savages took them as they are;
these rips and shoals to mark a flow of disarray.
I plumb those metaphorical depths
of the collective, sleeping sea
to find something in the flow.
Sand abrades the sheets that hang in the flow.
And as we fall over, the floating receipts for parking expressed
our misgivings of the shimmering sea.
quick, it takes us out where we are
thrashing thin legs over the depths
where below, an ecosystem is disarray.
This peripatetic disarray
confronts me and I loose it to the flow
to go screeching, crying back to the depths.
I remember what it expressed;
I remember what we are
beside the shimmering sea.
I gather thoughts from disarray
and speak them in a flow
to penetrate the turbid depths
and express
what they are
to the sea.
So, to answer the question of the disarray: the Depths
of the sea can best be expressed expressed
as they are, in the flow.
