The Eighth Sea

The eighth sea brims with absurdity,
while mangled mangroves just ashore
absorb it.
The farce exudes itself plainly –
though not particularly,
in that it is not so recognizable
at first.
It sinks in, over time,
and through the twisted roots
coils upward.
All the while, underneath,
as the eye is unmindful,
the core soaks up every drop –
and with it, integrates every morsel,
until absurdity blooms into acquaintance,
then slithers into the absolute.
And so, the eighth sea defrauds even itself,
defrocked by its own disbelief.
Absurdity flows acidic that way –
easy to swallow
at first –
then poisonous.
Sinking again into the twisted roots,
it loops back below,
where all fraud abounds.