Murmur of Black Waves

The ocean, they say,
is but a large mirror reflecting our existential .
Have you tried bathing in it?
A laugh echoed with an echo of its other
Like cologne dabbed on the neck of time itself.

Once upon a black wave
Fish clowned around in beverage bubble
Stacia gained wisdom and instantly forgot
Rolled the sea like a cigarette
The truth was buried in song lyrics—plastic guitar, illusion.