The Endless

We've been at sea for seven weeks; for seven weeks we've sailed.
Our world confined to balustrades- in this place, time stands still.

"Put the jewels in the bag, we'll take all you can carry.
Should have known when you saw the flag-
your homes would soon be emptied."

I walked the earth for centuries; a plague would see me through.
We introduced the love of Christ then we killed everyone who refused.

Descend into the ocean, I am witness to the deep:

The secrets of antiquity all flow into the cup as he bleeds.

In the sea for a thousand years; millennia, I've slept
with bones and blood, the gold of kings bourgeoisie and proletariat.

Miles beneath the surface from an ancient, dreamless sleep,
the tender touch of a sinking ship has reawakened me.

Track 4 of “The Tragic Dance of Dying Leaves”
Canary Complex, 2023

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