In his arrested development
This lone ascetic
Wakes with dirty hands
Sheets float away
But his shame remains

On dry land in my Drowned World
It’s just our new old nature

Let me guide your hand
With mine
Draw maps
And join mankind
In the New World

Valleys and troughs
Drag the stylus through
This record
Let it show
Your eyes say it’s okay

But it ain’t full of holy water
On your knees, prey

You are here now
In this Drowned World
There’s no space for pride
There’s no time for shame

Flight, fight
To fuck or falter
When you are planktonic
You hear it through your bones

Here we are all feral
Here you will take
What you’re told to have

Here you’ll change your diet
The local animals don’t mind it
The water’s warm
And sun aplenty

Here you are the shadow
Of an entire history
And fit in a hair-width of mine

Let me guide your hand
With mine
Draw maps
And join mankind
In the New World

January 2, 2025 | Filed under Prose.