Of ghosts and men,

lost in the waves of silence,

crushing, deafening,

Ribbons of red, blue, black,

then nothing, nothing at all,

the prow dipping and tossing,

fitful in sleep, waiting for the fall,

the heaven's fall, cracks

in the ceiling the world, deepening

with every kiss of the water

upon the white sands, sinking,

sinking beneath the surface,

drowning in sky and sea,

lighting up with the crimson

of a lost soul, drifting

below the emerald.