Deep below raging waters
Far from static eyes and
Narrowing lines
Lies the small piece of bliss
Lodged in surging veins.
A small child of devotion
Feeds him in his cage and
Comforts him while the water roils
And the wind howls.
Bliss asks his new masters to let him
Be the father. To let him hold her again,
But reality steps to and proclaims,
"You are not blood."
So bliss rages in silence as his cage is lowered again
With their faces carved into his back,
And reality sets forth to pull the ship through a storm
Of his own creation.
