- The Ocean Still

      Pre: [Crushed carpet fields aflame with apathy,
      Corroded ceiling miles ringed with the residue of echoed self-apologies]

      Post: [Charred silence perfumes into recycled thoughts,
      The wake agitates anti-action impatience]

Why when lounge,
Insistent stillness seeps up from coffin ground,
Soft soak down the peaceful seas of flood-scape sound.
Seductive sloth sinking -
Stasis sin spin into a put-off paradise mirage.
Force it fit formula flaws
Drown distant disinfection.
Sane and safe above the flood-lite cascade.
Stay dry why when lounge,
So loiter lace the chase down.

Why when loiter lace a chase down.