no cure

No Cure

Is it again or is it always?
Oh no, not again
Life, the greatest virus,

Hides in itself, the uninvited

Opportunist

The host cannot live without

The ocean, black, patient with menace,

Is a straight philosopher

The galley is set for cannibals,

Tongues against teeth, the sounds!

And blood on the walls

And sidewalks

The advantages of a grass blade

Clumps sprouting from

Apathetic nutrients

Know when to stop

We roam on a cursed breeze

With shared destinies,

We are roaming, bent

A drowned ballet feeding like barnacles