Implacable
clouds pour into the seam of the horizon
Casting
a vast libretto death-mask O vicious opera
Unrivaled
and ever more exact whale song O furious
Knowledge
of love whelms and whelms our black
Wings drowning in this nocturnal ocean where we
Hum the
Lord Chancellor's tune a seafloor serenade
What
frivolous lyrics pile all upon appalling dreams!
What
violence in the atmosphere of such creations
These unraveled
but extremely serious commitments
What
can survive must have some quality but what
Must
be done under such pressure and circumstance
We are
the sunken masters of deep-water harmony
We are
the vivacious nosebleeds of aquatic nightmares
We’re
insouciant singers in this absurd expanse of bliss
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