THE GALACTIC SEA
When the galactic sea is sucked
Into the wormhole of who knows where
And we periscope up from such a doom
With ghostly propellers for our limbs
We will awaken to another sun
But a process in the eye forewarns
That gallows await for our stomach
Which has an appetite for endtimes
And brambles for our paranoid brains.
Our livers will conjure up angst
That heretofore we never knew
For such a script was in our minds;
A womb, a mind, spewed out the matter
A breast from this nursed the first issue;
Collectively, our minds gave suck, and
That galactic sea just mirrored us, that’s all.