Deep Sea Fishing

How long to stare ahead until you see only whiteness?

It's strange
what some see as irony
being in essence a mockery expected
like a framed print of Starry Night displayed 
while you're falling into crazy
Strange that you had been washed up by tidal waves
revolving in and out of shore like centuries
and now you look at the ocean landscape in front of you
meeting the horizon as if the point of a star
there's four more 
And that whining grandmother's voice reminding
"you'll rot in no time if you stay"
the water will eat you away
until you're a skeleton suspended
sustained in space
flesh nibbled by fish
and spit out like licorice
coral reef growing
on your ribs

You're fishing for something
you won't find in desperation
nor in years of bountiful seasons
You're fishing
in the deep sea