The Deep

Silken thread upon the chaos

Just before my life went under,

Ocean furies heartless clashed—

In a heartpulse, I would wonder.

As this matter marks my passing,

Near a tatter 'neath the thunder,

Consumed now, in new waves,

Whispered worlds set next to plunder.

Several soupy last transitions,

Elementals take us down,

Shallow gasping to the ceilings,

Or most prescient beings drown.

Truth be told, my present preference:

Safer harbors of a town,

Rather less what wind remembers

Of a captain, king, or clown.

I am steady past depressions,

Freed to feel the final frost—

Now my flash to knowing silence,

Past the prophets and agnost.

May what bits I had in beauty

Feed what life will bear the cost,

And the depths of what were evils

Sink below the deep and lost.

-Hermit King