UNTIL THE ALL IS CLEAR.

Has the sky survived?
Does it weep in time
With a nursery rhyme?
Is the ocean calm?
Could it finally have learned
How to encompass the entire world at last?

There was a hole
In-between mind and soul,
Something to teach
Breathing into the breach.
There was a glimpse
Of coverings.

Pain is a thing
That is only skin deep,
But what if your skin’s deep.

Is the onshore due
For a coat of paint
On its rusty plains?
Is the fire light,
Or too nocturnal to deny
Mankind’s flailing hands and natures own demands?

There was a mouth
In-between north and south,
Swallowing whole
Any latitude known.
There was the sound
Of distant crowds.

Planes are a thing
That are all in the mind,
But what if your mind’s gone.