"...There may never be another opportunity
For me to hear what you never intended to say."
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Late night babbling... It happens!
In restless sleep,
Of grey fluid streams
With no life to upkeep.
Cold empty water--
It neither crashes or flows,
In an endless shudder
As I sink farther below.
In the same dark pitch ocean where the Kraken lies asleep, swims Moby Dick, the great white whale, harvesting lives within the deep. "As unchanging as the sea," she sings, as the Phantom listens below, and an incessant tremor ripples, unforgivingly, about my soul.