drifting, drifting, drifting
through oceans pulsing with life
to a dead sea rich with decay,
trapping that wandering soul
in a stagnant lake of fools.

but She has no right to protest —
that, She has surrendered
when She chose to live
in sinful abandon.

Pathetic…but
that is the fate of plankton spirits
who chose not to conquer
but be conquered
by the currents of destiny.