The uncontrollable lines of the human form
Chained to the canvas, unable to escape
A horrible but convincing argument
For the end of sight
Sound from the open doorway aboard the
Sinking ship trails back to the darkness
Than to the remaining light of the day
Swallowing up the last gleaming, screaming
Shining tears from the reflections lost
Forever to the parental blue waters of the sea
She opens her ears and the holes close
We open the ground and the hole is filled
The body is laid in, the ear ring is hung
The evening she lost her finger
Her eyes dimmed
- Chris Mansel
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