We felt a breach in the architecture of a sea cave skull,
scarred with salt bites and soft holes,
filled with water (darkening steadily).
It followed shuddering tremours
And came like Krakatoa – It was not invited in.
Its great body fell
in foaming fits
devastated and departed, consuming us.
It collapsed inwards
Opened up crescent pools in the rock with its mouth;
Inside them, pockets of cold now orbit suspended hypotheticals,
Spinning loose threads of pale light in maddening, ceaseless webs.
Parasitic creatures breed in their chill.
Like all ghosts, these must be harvested and cast out:
A quiet exorcism in the glaring light of the new dawn.