Sunken Treasures

This distance is like leagues enveloped in the ocean

Crushing the can of a submarine

The lack of words dissipates as this capsule sinks

Lower hull towards unquenchable liquid

Drawn into the abyss of midnight link towards the center

Of a planet hurling through a universe of arbitrary north

The intransigence of indifference wafts in like bubble breaths

Coughing water bulbous eyes bulging in black saucer pupils

Staring aware like an ALS chariot racer adrift in float

Like an astronaut ready to blink in Morris code

But the movement never comes, lids stapled in horrific patience

Wanting to see a telegraph tick the beeping room

Words in squid ink swirling the chasm cloud

Making the page a blizzard for pulverized seashells encrusting tongues

To stunted economies of tone and meter

Lumbering for a face to stare back as a beacon

As if gravity was wrong this whole time

The sun pull to a reader like a crane claw grasping sunken relic

Marveling at the barnacles preserved glaring like a snow globe

A testament of hope drowned for a life spent waiting