The Ebbs That Never Err
Amidst the seafaring souls
Buoyed by the waves they sculled
A bedlam lulls maladroitly
Frothing in the sea foam ghastly,
And sinking with the cascading lights
Slapping the cold tiles to shatter,
Descending yonder in the fathoms
Where darkness fell with the unknown
Such ubiquity it possesses over the maritime
Valleys that the compass cannot navigate,
Such garrulous secrets donned in bane
That it became the dehydrating salt
In the virulent taste of drowning
And as we ferry ourselves
To a plushier verdure of land
In this éclat secrecy of irony
The phantom lurks in every splash
Pushing us through… and away too
And it promised to never err
To take us away… to and from, farcically.
We yearn to be drifted
Far away, to a clandestine place
Innocuous of the crime
In leaving a desolated land
Red handed or not, there is
A price for every vie
And the ebbs holds its vow
For those who came from
The lonelier point of vantage
That was mindlessly abandoned
For something more significant:
The price of hapless vies
The strident ebbs never err
And shall winnow him away
Farther and farther and on
Without another point to dock,
Without an aiding weight to moor,
He shall carom endlessly
Into the blight vast sea
Where memories sank and drown
And becomes the eddies
That rocks the ships,
Slaps the cold and sink
Into the dark ravine
Into ubiquity.
poem by Norman Santos
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