The Deep (#poetry)

The latest thought
to occupy me, is that
in the deep of reverie
lies an essence
complete as beauty,
contained as black.
Obsidian.

They’d sink you
in their sea, my dreams;
black cephalopod,
ocean black.
Kraken and a ship.

My dreams,
– The Deep
are perfect
black, emit no sound,
permit no leave.

I’m the ship-wrecked vessel at the bottom of my dreams.
Keep clear of your dreams.

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