Elucidating Questions

Why is it missing? Why is that missing?

The town beneath the seas with the lands that breathe beneath. Fields unseen, lands untouched.

So how could such a place be forgotten and why was it told? When they sail away and farther than before, and the cameras that surround the outside of the inside, they have seen all yet

Worlds unseen by the eyes of the eyes, what cannot be perceived by anything seen only by those who could see it

It’s not that island or this island, the castles in the skies, the palace in the waves, the temple in the shallows, the roads that lead,

Inevitably, to the seas.

After all, billions before, but we will never escape the water.

Once the water runs out, once the air takes it away, once the river is empty, once the stars no longer shine,

It will continue to flow beyond the ending, the valley of the heavens, the mountain of the climbers, the island created,

I see in my eye, as these old stories, converge and deny. Sent by the messenger,

To the world, the gentle melodies of the pieces of instruments, even as the bass drum sounds,

They say he started it, the fight for all for all for one for one.

Locked in a cage beneath the waves, the wings shoot out into the cage’s claws, the teeth fall out and the arm reached out

And no hand connected, to the siren in the cage, justify being lonely

Justify the breath taken, as the head hit the air. No fins or tails, the sun above, swimming to land to try to find out what

But the hallways beneath the waves with the pictures that spoke, and the forgotten feeling,

Reading the spell before it was cast if only anything was as simple as that,

Not done to them but by around them

Staring at the colours and thinking, there’s only something missing,

If there’s no one to smile along side.

But the feelings are so hollow these days as stumbling down a street with no thought and the only feelings are pain,

To turn it off makes it seem like everything must be okay,

To acknowledge it would bring about no good and only pain.

They leave me alone, they leave every time.

Can someone hear the cries

Of the lonely orca?