all the dark black sea,
wants,
is the full of me.
growling under the stars,
starved by the moonlight,
the sea just wants me.
trembling at the surface,
calm deep inside,
the dark black sea,
is calling for me.
so what if it’s calling?
i’m saying no.
i’m not really interested,
in dark dead mysteries.
i’m not sunk,
i’m not done,
i’m no treasure,
i’m nowhere close,
to being dead closed numb.
i still have my songs,
i still have my tunes,
i have all my choruses,
singing in my head.
dark dead sea,
you will have to wait,
rodin is still not yet done.
rodin still has his moment,
in kingdom come…
