laying upon the ocean floor broken, torn or compromised the irony of the nether gift; now an eternity of dark despair fathoms
abound me everywhere no need to breathe or eat, no need to sleep or see in this lightless deep, below upon that vessel, upon
that tide a library of thought kept in its belly i would sacrifice my very soul just to read one page, one word the nether
bound with me, transgressing the passage of time sitting, ponderingknowing that i'm doomed hundreds of volumes of text
pictures, words, learning my love, my art, my knowledgecovered by the arms of the sea