Invisible dots entrap him with their sweet lies as creases
and folds unravel that giant universe of undiscovered maps.

Outside, the crew torn, by the cyclonic storms driven by
the Siren's quiet whimpers. In that midst of torment and crucial
structures comes the Eye; the seductive assassinic affair
that slithers unaware and swallows ghosts with its icy blade.
The ship sails through the rhythmic swarm of phantom waves
as sailors try to shadow their voices with cynical laughter.

Smoke brushes the air as vermillion ashes crumble on her feet;
giant twin windows, forever shut in a mixture of perseverance
and fear. As I watch the rain patter across her face whilst
black hibiscuses glide in the motionless dry clouds, I hear
soft cries in the background; "Zeus hear us!!"

Prayers are lost in the bustle of the orgasm of blood, jealousy,
tears and salt. Silence sang choruses to their pathetic efforts
to calm the sea. Drowning in Atlantic ink, they watched the hidden
Polaris and fathers thought of their white children; they watched
and waited for a blank answer.