In my dreams
I always see shipwrecks
Which appear like threats
Underwater
As emerging wraiths
Out of blackness
With their rusty steel
Still obscured

Beyond portholes
Fogged from our breathing
Now lost between gasps
Getting deeper
After witnessing hell
Consume meaning
Through its absent light
Lacking words

Missing form
Or accurate details
Even God Himself
Can’t interpret
But hide well outside
Heaven’s vision
Leaving shapes so dark
Better lost

Leading buried lives
Never noticed
Where time doesn’t pass
For those specters
Now caught between death
And existence
Fading slower than fear
Will allow

Until somehow
Sleep takes us back
Watching empty decks
Corrode faster
Collapsed beneath floors
Too unstable
Housing numerous haunts
Growing mad

When intruding here
Seeking reasons
Knowing no such soul
Finds an answer
Asking questions once
About purpose
Symbolically sunk
Far below.

• J. Pigno