You can’t get any deeper without drowning
Said the wildly pumping heart to the brain,
But the brain wanted to see what was under
The last of the light the eyes could perceive.
How do you split the darkness so you touch
The buildings at the bottom of Black Lake?
(“It's kind of weird,” he says quietly, the man now
Dead for years, “I wish the town was here.”)
You need a mind like a Lidar survey laser,
Not a mind like you got. But it’s down there,
You know it, the drowned town of future,
The sunken answer to your uncertain questioning,
The shape of the end that spells anything,
That would tell you why all the drowning
Of towns to hold water began. You were
A child when you first read of the ghosts
Coming out of the water and wandering
Down the road that ran along the shore. You
Knew then something no one knew anymore.
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