08-06-2015, 01:15 PM
No Eyes to The Abyssal Zone.
Monday knights fight Tuesdays never-ending; they
run strafing runs down submerged residential blocks
in the middle of the night. And the sun never rises;
they’re in a fish-tank looking at the surface.
And the rafters on the surface look like eclipses, and
the man-o-war and manatee birds, without wing-
beats, just contrast leviathans casually sliding
their way off into the humming blue crush.
And an unremarkable Sunday snowset rises from
the sea floor, all while naïve skin flakes
float down to feed all the bottom-scummer
weakdays that slither on the plastic pebbles;
there, if they dug beneath the rocks, they’d find the sand had turned to glass.
Monday knights fight Tuesdays never-ending; they
run strafing runs down submerged residential blocks
in the middle of the night. And the sun never rises;
they’re in a fish-tank looking at the surface.
And the rafters on the surface look like eclipses, and
the man-o-war and manatee birds, without wing-
beats, just contrast leviathans casually sliding
their way off into the humming blue crush.
And an unremarkable Sunday snowset rises from
the sea floor, all while naïve skin flakes
float down to feed all the bottom-scummer
weakdays that slither on the plastic pebbles;
there, if they dug beneath the rocks, they’d find the sand had turned to glass.
-"You’d better tell the Captain we’ve got to land as soon as we can. This woman has to be gotten to a hospital."
--"A hospital? What is it?"
-"It’s a big building with patients, but that’s not important right now."
--"A hospital? What is it?"
-"It’s a big building with patients, but that’s not important right now."