jonathan Juarez - Lost Ocean

The night, wishless
The weightless sight. Your absence wears
On drapes of hedging sky.

Your tucking through. For black sacks of dusk-
The waterbed of the vulcan
Moon.Seething its eclipses.

A pulsed wave in mid-break:
In cracks of memory,
Thunderbiting closed, dry souless

Scabbing. Along the rifts
The weather has planned vacations in;
As a mid ocean ridge sits

That hole of nothing in air
Underwater. The furnace molts.
The heat, when came clouds-

This already drowning sea.
The hollow ghost, such thunder
Ousted echo. Pokeing heavy.

The seagulls flap undistinguishably
Not heard of or seen by shore,
Flying into the volcanoes.

jonathan Juarez

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