sadly inspired and aptly conceived
a fire in the deep sea lures dead men
with open chests that breathe
the choreography of fluid springs

that exist in a time without mind
this is not eden there are no trees
this is not hell there is no bread
this is not purgatory this is a list

of a dead branch with spider's silk
a hive of honey devoured by locusts
a half-life to every confusion

the stars are out:
where do I flee? how do I go?
these volcano undersea