Ocean of Night . . .

Time has come and time has bled, has oozed and flown its river

Space has come and said those thing which give the mind a sliver

Grace has punched a hole right through the corners of the darkness

-and beasts of light and firefight have fiddled with their harness

Cactuses in watery ink have sucked the dry right out

-and cacklecreeps in darkest sleeps have sung the night with shout

Carcasses of happy things have swum the ocean of rage

Flecks of light have swallowed smoke and rained upon this age

Cameras have stealthied into loops where the universe gives a pulse

-and men have wondered if at all it’s real or something else

Death has whipped the pools of thought, and cut us to the quick

Nature threatens with beads of sweat to kick us in the prick

-and souls they scurry to find a place, to hide behind a rock

Beauty jumps back on the stage and dallies up her frock

Decisions dance and rip the sky, good sirens bidding well

-and demons wand and shriek the ink, and lead the winds to Hell

Symmetry stands the posts of star, and chaos steps to left

-and men are offered solace here, whilst hiding in God’s cleft

Sunk things float by to escapade a sweet untethered death

But that which breathed the suns alive, says come and choose what’s best.