they craft a lonely voyage on the surface of the ocean
and beneath vast caverns of blue eternity beckon
like Sirens
and with every metre descend into that mad darkness
one by one every verdigris of colour confiscated
stars dropping like confetti at a wedding
leaving holes in the sky
they wake from that nightmare as if an innocent man
freed by a wise judge at noon
rules that their vast journey is contingent
merely on the human condition itself
Flynnpoetry 