Terminal Debris

img_1198Image: Ivan Aivazovsky

Drifting among the wreckage
Of terminal debris
Bent out of shape, contorted
Twisted beneath a sea

Of shipwrecks born of violent storms
And crashing waves of fury
That carry ships against their wish
To murky depths of cruelty

Where hulls corrode and dark enfolds
The promise that launched each voyage
Ships of hope, carried afloat
On dreams now irreparably damaged

Imprisoned by the deep in restless sleep
Carrion for the hungry
That pick at the bones, devouring hopes
Nought but sustenance for their journey

Oh to sail in calmer seas
A vessel once sunk now rising
To chart a path that leads at last
To a lighthouse on the horizon

Soundtrack:
There There – Radiohead

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