Virus The Black Flux
Beneath the seas The roaring core of the will And the cliffs have gone under
An array of thoughts A veil of contempt Vivid and fluent
The inner traveller Sneaking away on the Sinking ocean trawler
Erased horizon The toxic birds fly All silent and hostile
This is a seething sea Under an erupting dawn A dawn of disdain
The mirrors of the will Dormant as withering trees That quiver and breathe My self-loathing overflows The watercourse
