between those liquid walls
and more than a thousand degrees
are tidal waves reaching for
the highest stone
and a soul
smelling like his child
the light
a flicker of hope
through the heavy spray
but wonders never cease
this peak
his umbilical cord
those waves are a sword
a vale of fire
is what he needs to protect himself from the frost of the deadly deep sea sinking to the bottom and deservedly so
even if deck is under water
even if the end is nigh
to the bitter end
we are
illuminated by the light at his
heart's rate
or the other way round
like fleshy driftwood
flooded down to the ground
of the sea
this peak his umbilical cord
those waves are a sword
a vale of fire is what he needs to protect himself from the frost of the deadly deep sea sinking to the bottom and deservedly so
maybe it's better to turn the blood into paraffin and become a human torch laughin' do you see the human torch at the horizon no? it looks like a rising sun but it isn´t one
