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The Stupendium - Dead Ahead
Cast off from the docks
Onto boundless seas
There's shops to be stocked
There are mouths to feed
Every town needs
Neptune's bounties
But bringing them aground?
Well, it's down to me
For the flounders, bream, crabs
Cod and mackerel
Can't outcompete
Man, rod and tackle
And the salmon and the wrasse
Barracuda and the bass
Are all grouped up with the groupers
And a profit haggled
What's it worth to get your earnings
From a surgeon on a pole?
There's a lot of soul-searching
When you're searching for a sole
No man is an island
But I'm fine to play the role
Living life on the horizon
It can really take atoll
What you want to risk
To get a fishy
There upon a little dishy
When the boat comes in?
It's a mystery but I'm pretty sure
A big'un up and hit me
Took a nibble
And he broke something
I'll take tea
With a spot of hake, please
Some chips, baked beans
And a blob of HP
Love, craft and skill
Let you dominate seas
Tough graft won't kill
But a gob of great teeth might
Take you by surprise
As you're scraping up the muck
No saying what you'll find
So it pays to have a look
Hauling trinkets all a-glimmer
Or just fishing up some dinner
Sure, I ain't much of a singer
But I'm great with catchy hooks
'Neath tides of bleak and briny
In that bed where fortunes sleep
Secrets lie beneath for finding
Weaving dread and silt for sheets
In the lambent lamps of phantoms
Flotsam all are we in time
Can you fathom what the fathoms'
Blackened chasms
Have to hide deep in the bring
It takes the correct person
To live off the brine
But I'm great at networking
And my job's online
Sure, maybe you'll get herding up
The lobsters fine
But your fate is less certain
With an ominous shrine
No, that can't be what I'm seeing
Chance it's just something I've eaten
A mirage or perhaps my bleeding
Looking glass just needs a cleaning
Heck, the hardiest of seamen
Can lose faculties of an evening
It's a fact of life at sea
But I'm still grappling with the feeling
That there's something coming after me
There's whispers in the tides
That crystallise in ocean foam
Of shifting, infinite eyes
Their ebbs and flows obsidian
In twisted pitch of night
Or are the depths below, abyssal
Mirrored in the skies?
Blow it, I'm a man of reason!
Won't get caught in superstition
Bloke who can't keep track of real
Isn't a lot of use for fishing
But these catches that I've reeled in
Are so rotten, putrid, writhen
Sallow shadows from the shallows
Risen, withered and unbidden
From depths, immortal chest
Enshrined abreast horizon's sprawl
Whose every crest, a breath I ride
In endless rise and fall
A beating heart, relentless
Scribed as tendrils strike the hull
And each a part, crescendant
Chimes the Yen of siren's call
Each swell imparts unspoken names
As waves and senses break
As rudder carves an open vein
Left gaping in our wake
Though tokens raised from soaken graves
May yet a fortune make
I fear for what the ocean claims
In place of what we take
What's to find
Harrowed craft
'Cross the lines
Shadows cast?
Hoist your nets
Raise your pots
All is death
Plague and rot
Hard to port
Hard astern
Matters nought
Where you turn
Compass spins
Stars have fled
We are all
Dead ahead
'Neath tides of bleak and briny
In that bed where fortunes sleep
Secrets lie beneath for finding
Weaving dread and silt for sheets
In the lambent lamps of phantoms
Flotsam all are we in time
Can you fathom what the fathoms'
Blackened chasms
Have to hide deep in the bring
What's to find
Harrowed craft
'Cross the lines
Shadows cast?
Hoist your nets
Raise your pots
All is death
Plague and rot
Hard to port
Hard astern
Matters nought
Where you turn
Compass spins
Stars have fled
We are all
Dead ahead
