Her Sorrow is Deep

A fathomless and boundless deep,

There we wander, there we weep.

—Wm. Blake

Her sorrow

Is

As deep,

As dark,

As the

Ocean.

The fathomless

Bottom

Of her soul

Swarms

With

Alien life—

Dark and ancient

Tides,

Glass-eyed phantoms,

Pale as moons—

Spectral whispers

Of the dead.