shrouded by healing waters corpses wailing in falters a fountain of youth for thee others lost fighting the sea its cold touch soothes furious soul those pacified, instead swallowed whole float into a world minted new rubble everywhere, soon few in the days of children seldom birthed soon madness once again unearthed and in the fires borne fresh insanity new bodies wait for calamity the flood whispering death and serenity fearing each breath toward inevitability acceptance turns and locks bound to un-pickable paradox
