By Nate Carman
Inspired by “The Secret” by Peter Cooley
As I walk down the shore
the dead do roll, shaken about
by the incessant ebbs flow
The siren waters have beauty
That drags in the dreamers.
It exhales those who lived,
perished in fight, the dangers unreal.
Lulled to the surface, those golden ripples.
Swimming in silver the depth is misread.
Floating and sinking, splashing and drinking.
Down do we go, all good intentioned, thinking
this sea pulled me in. Tricked me, you brood.
Thoughts of self, replaced by the flash.
All those who’ve helped, all those
who’ve abused. Lights ray is dark green as
deeper you dive, Jonah’s great fish is absent
you muse.
The weeds do entangle, fragile stalks with
odd strength, pulling you in. You’ll soon
be one too, pulling in the next guest.
After straining, comes stillness
You no longer answer those
questions you asked.
Your thought of what’s real
too soon replaced by what’s true.
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