Poem-A-Day: Day 586

Big Waves

somewhere I wondered
but then that fell away
in the illiteration
the salty brine
of killing moons
and the bastard tripe
that I’ve long since past

but there she is
as per the normalcy
plagued by self writeous
and slipping doubts further to
the simplistic frankness
of the unquestionable
fathoms deep