Like Ahab On Moby Dick Poem by Butch Decatoria

Epic… currents from a frozen heart,
tales, obsessions
A wrenching, unfreezing fist
raising sails
molten summits of emotions

To know one's own deepnesses
One's own submariner seas
How to breathe in it:

Darker trenches / squalls / the uncharted
Abysses alien to airy rowan cliffs and breeze
The cold of it lacking breath

Tho' Open sky, song of suns
Warms the flesh of its perception's anchor
Certainties
Tides
Symbiosis
The Brine
From icebergs of inexperience
To thirsts quenched
As Droplets
Borne from glaciers
Dancing ice,

Drifts
Rinse
Worlds, mine
Like ships in the night
Silhouettes in passing
Upon romancing
Skyline starlit moon
For the shadows since
Denied / the doubtful fall
These journeys now I choose to suffer

Thaws all such
Fears
In winters' noose
And from loss of strength
Such hearts
No longer sharing
Meiosis breaths
or sail on the truths
Accompanies no one there…

Now singing sirocco
Aye aye captain
Across the vast places
Frozen with no names
And arctic without blame,
Map-less voyages of
Nautilus
Ahoy, Sir Loneliness!
Shameless
To Desolation go—
A life cage,
If mine
Banished
On Tundra of time

Stalactites
This
My unfreezing
By simple choice, sublime

Captain kid again, all mine
Joy the light
Truth my life

My whale of a ride
Damn
Epic.