The Black Flux - Virus

Beneath the seas

The roaring core of the will

And the cliffs have gone under

An array of thoughts

A veil of contempt

Vivid and fluent

The inner traveller

Sneaking away on the

sinking ocean trawler

Erase horizon

The toxic birds fly

All silent and hostile

This is a seething sea

Under an erupting dawn

A dawn of disdain

The mirrors of the will

Dormant as withering trees

That quiver and breathe

My self-loathing overflows

The watercourse