Beneath a calm or stormy sea

raging currents ply their nefarious force

swirling torrents capture the unsuspecting

in watery talons to carry off their victims

into the profound depths of lugubrious darkness


Into an abyss no no recovery

violence is their hallmark 

deceit beneath their calling card

for a destiny of doom in a watery sepulchre

Such vehemence, such treachery

beneath a calm suface wreathed in sunshine


Their parallel needs no shadowy depths nor

currents to entice or lure.

As insidious they too with mal intent 

present a pristine surface of welcoming joy

But behind the veneer of the human countenance

currents flow this way and that

controlled and manipulated

by the self to invite destruction


All is not as it may seem

at sea or by the hearth, for forces

are charged to destroy whether its

the ocean´s store or the mind of malicious man


◄ Banks

The Inner Sprawl ►


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