Knowledge

I

The ocean's waters
Unfathomable
The waves like
Cerebral ridges
Are mere disturbances
Shrouding bottomless
Complexities 

Does the fisherman know
What dark and ageless
Things slumber
In Lovecraftian 
Deeps? 

His fishline, 
Hand-cast,
Sinks below
Grabbing;
It's direction
Angled and distorted
As it flounders in the abyss

What chance has he?
Cast on the sprawling sea
A dark mirror to the clear sky
And yet,
His line in hand,
He fishes.

For the sky is clear;
The sea dark

II

Hellas,
Her head thrown back 
In cathonic ecstasy,
Speaks with the Earth
Through sulphurous 
Fumes
From magma chambers
Found far below

She hears the deep
Titanic murmurs
Of lost things
Long since caged

Her tongue loosened,
She mutters truths
In codices indecipherable
"Gnothi seauton"

III

A  fisherman from Lesbos,
Almost drowned,
Tosses his catch on the shore
Each fish,
Flopping against the sands
Like starlight,
Is a sliver of abyssal knowledge
Infinitely puzzling
And easily discarded
For hungry bellies

kraken

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