SWAN SONG
was singing the multiverse
thinking of travelling under
an alien ocean
in Nemo’s submarine
light years from our home planet
travelling metres deep
twenty thousand leagues
under that sea
the pressure getting to me
rivets popping
no one
able to make sense of my
song
as it rises from alien
depths to cultivated surface
finding the ears
of beings like me except
they have
neither space, nor time
for outlandish things
poems 2 die for 