Saturday, September 8, 2007

souls on the sand

Beyond the breakers gravity begins
Pulling, tearing the life from humanity
Leaving egos, each alone
To dream of conquering all

Alone the genius mind
Turns in, not seeing
What is flowing in the tide
Not mourning what whithers on the sand.

Who would be drawn to the oceans' depths
while living the nightmare of Dante's dream?
Purging the notion of his inferno,
I plunge, chanting psalms in veneration.