Moby Dick

Again,

the human need for

                                                     surfacing

from mean­ing­less

                                                                                                    voids.

Again,  She blows, She breaches!

Again,

                                      must we float,

                                                                     that we may live.

These depths bring not

                                      enlightenment,

but death.

Flot­sam and jetsam,

return

us

to

the things

Of this world.