Seaskyfire

The depths of the blue moist swell 

That engulfs the sweating tiredness

On its return from the sandy shores of the society of broken shells 

And futile sandcastles pushes hard. 

The manipulative glittering clothes

Must be changed and grime and facades 

Washed away in the oceanic surge 

That pervades the tainted fatigued soul 

As the lonely apartment door 

Is opened after daylong toil and masquerades. 

The overwhelming ocean blues propel me to the slice of sky 

Hidden in the innermost room, away from 

The prying neighbors,

 Whatsapp, Facebook, insta, twitter, 

The curtains drawn, the vapor swells 

The ocean blends in the endless sky.

Far above the false concerns, 

smiles and thousand negotiations

Like faked orgasms of a fallen soul

In the market of the world. 

I light a candle on the pulpit 

The flickering fire in a blue dark room

Burns the pain of daily sale

Of conscience, knowledge, heart, and soul. 

The flicker becomes a burning sun

In the roomful of the boundless sky

Moist with ocean bathing a soiled

Penitent fatigued professional. 

The recluse breathes in depths of prayers

With paltry social skills in stock 

The fiery sun, the sky, the sea 

My salvation from the holocaust.