Pisaries Creator

Knife moving through water,

swinging without abandon,

slicing without progress,

stability lost.

Waves gaining speed,

yearning to get away,

yawning to rest soon,

yellow arrives.

Blood claiming vital space,

growing much thicker,

gaining much wider,

guessing around.

Death confusing the sky,

madness with uncertainty,

morning with lightning,

purple now.

Knife moving through sand,

uncharacteristic bubbles settles,

urban bones drying,

universe sings.