Graveyard of the Atlantic
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limhkayes
limhkayes https://soundcloud.com/kimi-haodha
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In those haunted waters, cold under the Carolinian moon above, I found your tattered clothes wrapped around the twigs and branches of your ancient cypress bones.

Graveyard of the Atlantic

Away from the purifying lighthouse beams of Cape Hatteras

was a most horrifying sight that continues to defy all scientific explanation:

Blanketed by the cloudy ocean for leagues and leagues

lay cradled forests of ancient shipwrecks poking out from sand.

In those haunted waters, cold under the Carolinian moon above,

I found your tattered clothes wrapped around

the twigs and branches of your ancient cypress bones.

Horror rose when your skull began to bob and nod in my camera's light,

and to me, and me alone, it silently spoke.

What you said I cannot know, but from your sockets

two curious eyes grew like balloons

and vines of coral snaked out suddenly around your perfect skull

like laurel on the head of a king.

I could not help but fall in love through the sight of my truest nightmares:

you, the undoer of rational scientific thinking, looked like a napping Neptune.

But horror would not be outdone by beauty

and you sat tall quite quickly, in not but your bones and tattered clothes

and from your mandible, massive tentacles flew all about me.

As it happens, to the dismay of scientific discovery itself,

I lost the camera while breaking myself free, further blinded by

the cloud of ink you screamed like phantom poetry into my goggled eyes.

The only record of you left is the fading image of

nature's defilement of sacred death,

clumsily dashing off in a panic where

I know in my heart you still reside,

forever in the haunted woods hiding in the Atlantic tides.

Thanks for reading!

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