Moby Dick

 

Again,

the human need for

                                                     surfacing

from meaningless

                                                                                                    voids.

 

Again,  She blows, She breaches!

Again,

                                      must we float,

                                                                     that we may live.

 

These depths bring not

                                      enlightenment,

but death.

 

Flotsam and jetsam,

return

us

to

the things

Of this world.