"Buried Treasure"

His hatred of love
His love of hatred
Caused the words to flee
Gingerly they remained
Sensing his quaint understanding
This failed poet became obsolete
His muse now within himself
The tombstones behind him
Observe what entails his mind
Slanted views of surroundings
Imperiled within that whirlpool
Its visible mass of fire and flame
The cirque envelops him
As the steel walled glaciation
Within its bowl the water at the base
Slowly drowns him
Yet his twitching fingers will not
Reach out for help
He dies within the meanings
Ecclesiastes envelops him
Ants will feast upon his eyes
The energy escapes his brain
Unborn words float worthless
In the sea of inebriation
His gift to the world is folded
Placed neatly in its place
Foundering in the deep waters
It is sunken treasure
Waiting for reclaim to those who seek it
Search for the dead man's chest

~Moses~
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