Abyssal Chaos’ Seaside Village

Tall, green veils buffer settlements’
Lapping, splashing seas known to bring havoc
Upon ones who come down, even clustered
Aboard their scraped, hollow floats

Penetrable, but dense and stagnant while
Breezy sea-greens typically stay in their
Weathered and cracked hollows—taking only
Occasional tolls from edgy approachers

Risks to pluck those depths set aside
From the indifferent, churning expanse
Constant barrage on solid footing
Furious impact unrealized

Habitants move through their years
Solid patterns of little pause, constant
Invites of oceanic appeal like any
Captivating display outweighs reason


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CHANCE

Countless consequences, oft-begotten
through no fault or want, only events
Minority of which chronicled or observed
merged to obscure truth, fit perception

Perhaps fallen on your feet, flaming
Your heart a timbered land, smoke under fire
Tree of life smothered, withered
Before hope, the greatest inspiration

Self-made or given, earned
From oceans of despair, discovered
Prized for its plausible value—chance
No more than possible

Opportunity for something
Different than the paradoxical
Hap’nings undergone as subject or
Merely matter of circumstance