Nov 132011
the water rises
up and over the shore
a singular initiative
a song of an open door
purifying all
cleansing the earth
as it swallows it whole
spout
cling to this sinking dirt
shades of coal
shades of mirth
down deep
deeper still
rising
filling
slipped dirt finger
a grasp
a letting go
a falling into
last inhaled air
breath takes a little less
staring into the deep
convulsing apparatus
in a moment we will all sleep
the water rises still
cling to the soft earth
a shade
a cleansing envelop
look into the deep
in a moment we will all sleep
in a moment…