An Ode(To the Unknown)

This shady coconut grove,

Offers a revelation of sorts,

A safety net, this protective alcove,

Coalesce on parchment, inky blots,

Of pride, Of pity, Of admiration,

An inimitable, improbable cocktail,

Begins a new kind of titillation,

On this vast ocean sets sail,

Not a yacht, but a sturdy boat,

Of doubt, of seething, persisting pain,

I imagine a sneer, a colossal gloat,

Personified, the hope in the waters slain,

Where indeed does the Sun rise?

Is the scintillation just a ball of gas?

These questions in my mind arise,

The illusions of immortal beings crash,

To upset my being, a loud crack,

Brings out of a trance, my weary mind,

With the lethargy of an infinite mass black,

I return to this spasmodic bind.