Dead Sea Blues

This dead sea,
Or sometimes dieing sea,
My trilobite soul
Buffeted by bilbously
Deceased bodies
Endlessly,
Keeled overboard
Under a peerlessly high
Wilderness sky in
Terrorising blues
And refracted perilous green.

Halcyon blanched to moccasin,
Pyrite turned to stone;
Starlight down to calcium,
Seahorse in my bones.
A sun beneath the ocean,
Tarpaulin drapes my heart;
The sea’s relentless motion
Returned to where we start.

2 thoughts on “Dead Sea Blues

    1. I’m an optimist, so instead of seeing the undersea sun officially and ceremoniously and respectfully covering a fresh yet ancient corpse, I saw her like an angel tenderly covering the heart in protection to preserve it and help it to revive. 🙂

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