Where Is The Surface? Poem by Allan Chibisa

Where Is The Surface?



The trip to the deep was to wash
And drip off my weep and this ash
Trusted the sea and its sure salt

My resort at a minute to twelve
By a report heard it then dove
Mastered but will not suffocate

Whose air is this in the net?
Rose fair to where its set
Emptied this deep under a net.

Saturday, February 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sobriety
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