Watershed

Every night this river takes me

Poseidon wants me dead

The deepest black 

The black of blacks

Foam that traces the edge

I've sought out all the omens 

Alas, to no avail 

A message from sky? Nay, Hell!

For all my truths, I see in blue,

Oceanus & Thethys, rebel. 

Pontus spouts the vase

Nymphs would dance 

By the Wyrm of sand 

I'd turn my head 

from fountains drank

The status mold

From chasm globe

Am I cracked too, and made of glass?

From Charon's bow

His Stygian smile

Pathagoras can't solve it.

Born from shade, under serenade

Cascades cripple and wash 'til thin 

The thickest heart be torn apart

By the waist deep gnawing eel-head. 

No bottom or top

That the swells hath waft 

In a fog of funeral procession,

Every dace that traced 

back to shallows place

Swept under a guiding lure,

For what message that spread

From the seething dead

Coral mouths bent bone to brine,

From breath's I drink

I float & force feed..

The river that hath swathed my mind.