Ocean in the head



A tamed devil under chains



Songs written by the gulls



Notes sung by the waves.



A storm beneath the ripples



A quake under the ocean floor.



Vacancy of the hollow, taken by a breath of salt



Rapids of disturbance, tied down to own grave



Noises against the liquid, a distant blur.



Needles of frost cutting through



Waves slowed, sting of salt lingered.



In a green glow all reverses.



Thawed liquid crystallizes into mirror beads.



The waves' song hung in the void,



The cry of a ghost.



Ice blocks surfaced, the docile waves a clump of dead soldiers.



Needles set about the weaving,



Threads and threads of rime



Blocks and blocks of bitter victory.



Ocean in the head



Vengeance on the needles harbour not



Chained devil release not.



Blaze at the core of berg, hunt.



Songs of the waves, frame.



The dead soldiers, heal.



First drop of liquid, a badge of rebirth.



Till the entire army awakens, the tale stands honest-



Oceans can't die.

