can poetry ever be a sung song

words from a sunken ship

these hands lost in a time before all the times

before i was made to be

what i was meant to be,

before what was all that was,

till it all dusk till dawn,

drowned in sand and sank in sea

god drank from me

i plead when i found he was pleased with me

i planned to flee and draft into fantasy

since then the silence sang through me

kiss and spill your vanity

let’s run back from this tragedy