lash tight
the stiffened corpses
of those who
came before to
fashion a raft
to try and navigate
the irrational
currents of existence
the stench of
rot wafts on the
salty breeze
an uncertainty if
the scent is from
the degenerating bodies
making up the vessel
or the lone occupant
falling apart as
the ocean roils

riding ideas from
long dead dreamers
seeking answers
which escaped
the electrical deluge
in thoughts filled
with flames of
damnation and spite
the triangular fins
dot the horizon
as the sun sets
upon desolate vistas
from nothingness
the entirety of life
sprang flailing
into the same nothing
we slowly dissolve
leaving nothing more
than temporary forevers
sinking to the silt