watercolor tapestries
of ocean ghosts to breach a dream
blurred the foggy mythos of
blueback of the Liar’s Sea
 
ancestors of whale-men
fought the yellow tentacle devils
afire in dark orange boulders
a scenic vista of hell
sulfuric grey vermilion cavern
suddenly seems pale empty
of midnight stardrifts, pink nebulas fair
but one being, a noble soul named
blueblack of the Liar’s Sea
 
he meditated there
cursing his weakling kin
they numbered faith at nothing
and swore to hunt him down
even across eternal perdition
 
then:
my many-times-great grandfather,
blueblack of the Liar’s Sea
shattered
into god-knows-how-many white-light seeds
and all his wretched family members
devoured the pigments of their traitor blood
supping on chromatic madness, a divine suicide
as they drink and perish
jewels of red rum
pour
run dry
and fall
 
to the place under the earth with no light
falling into wailing infinity
and end up contemplating
the origins of the whale abyss world
while sitting at a whale abyss coffee shop
on a day off from a demanding whale abyss job
worrying about whale abyss money
and dreading whale abyss Mondays
wondering what might have been
and yes you have to be grateful for what you have
but that doesn’t do the whale person any good
what solace does it cling to?
plummeting through an imaginary nightmare into nothingness
in a make-believe society
beyond a blessed deus ex machina
down into the airless void beneath the celestial sphere
evolving into proper aquatic mammals
with rich culture and systems
metamorphosing the whale abyss people
away from their raw nature
and into divine cetaceans
with no purpose or light
 
just a monochrome plague
cascading the unconscious
in howling waves
that carry the soul and motion of
blueblack of the Liar's Sea