Beyond the shove and suck of Seafoam waves
Icarus maimed from dreams, to sea, plummets
Under the sun's warm enrapturing rays.
And drowning there finds his life's sad summit
As the weight of waxed wings brings his outstretched
Hand further and further down to the deep.
Here, darkness, swarming, captures the wretched
And folds the cold blanket of lasting sleep
As the Ideal fades with his breath released.
And the depths now pilot his hubris dreams
As Faith in Man's creation should have ceased
To not let him soar higher than his means.
Leviathan: this weight follows mankind:
To tend one's step or trip against one's climb.
