Holes Within The Holes

The mystery of sunken ships

Holes Within The Holes

(nautical in nature)

A hole in the dark

The ship sank apparently

Unseen or something paused

Passed briefly through a lightning strike

Perhaps there was no ocean

Or hole in the ocean worth noting

Being it was dark 

No witnesses, no survivors

No evidence between the flashes

So what is there between the light

Was there a floating box of dynamite

A cannon sitting intransigent at sea 

Where a sun drenched sky was not

Above, so clear the missing sky arrives

Hangs out wireless above the awkward

Over water, a soup made of smoke is fog

Less tangible to the touch when landing soft 

Drowning becomes a mystery 

A blanket of saltwater, sprinkled with people

Alive or not about a floating box perhaps

Was this just a juxtaposition to the mist

What can be said about a ship

Drifting in and out of memory 

Underlying the surface stands a sandless beach

Holding the ocean with a shore line incomplete 

In contemplation, in contempt of land and masses

Cast out, stretched on a string to pull it all together

 

Perhaps an evaporated puddle formed at first

Or invisibility came to call before the birth of oceans

Between the space that serves serenity or both

A hole within a hole within a circle

In the dark where circles form

Where mushrooms have no names or rooms to call their own

Because there are no places left to grow amazement on

Worlds with no corners rotate through space

They form smooth edges with opinions razor sharp

Sink in the middle of the oceans agitation

If only they were strong enough to lift the fog 

Into boxes safe and sound much larger than themselves

Sandless beaches make good company 

For ships lost below the surface shallows

Wondering how they got there in the first place

Holes inside the holes inside the circles

Sunk to the bottom fall about

Deep in thought about tomorrow's questions 

Of holes inside the circles hollowed out