The Last Word Heard
The night is a circle of round ripples from a sinking fish
A fish that was always a fish swimming its own current,
but to man it can seem a mermaid
and like most men who prefer not to swim the depths and face the dark layers of the agate waters
he does not feel at home in the territory of her lazy current
and so if the waters wash his buildings away, a man can not endure the crisis.
But I have always swam the ruins of men and found nothing perturbing, just sunken relics over run with p