Senescence by the Sea
Whilst it is certain that we all must die, Why is it that we must grow old with age? Our final acts upon this mortal
ocean
The Harmful Enclosure of Many Lands
If your soul hurts, this is what you must do: Look out upon the spilt blood of the land, The necklace of the Earth, its
We Pray That We Will Find Silence
At the bottom of the ocean, In a mariner’s trench so deep That Hillary could have climbed it, We pray that we will find silence.
The Rondeau Bloop
The thumping sound of a breaking heart, Heard across the ocean blue, By sensors continents apart; The thumping sound of a breaking heart: A sound