[Split]

My grandfather said- this all slept under ocean, once...
from the froth of sediment's Atlantean sway, to components of dust.
But I know you were taught by immersion, advanced in waves as they crest,
progression for growth, unafraid of the depth, or arid ocean above-
decayed to barren onus of love- toil attuned to cyclical breaths.
Those who don't slowly keep moving to stay- water toys with, consumes,
nodding in place, washing- erosion, sun foil moon- diametric exchange.
...now this place is a desert.
His skin was of dust, rubbed raw to the clay. His gaze tethered to dust,
when the winds brought him away, but yet no touch of color remained
when you looked in his muddily unfocused way. Tables- islands or mesas,
he shored at each like archipelago chains. He said get inside of the Blazer,
and we forged valiantly forth towards the desert oblivion's start...
beneath this colossus of roads twists a behemoth, tar leathered veins sitting in scars,
but I don't believe this carcass at the bottom seeks the sea's silence above-
just lost from the rain...would you believe I breathed in the sea when I was young?