The Black Flux

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