THE EYE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

 

Was someone watching me that night
When ship was lost to watery grave
How strange it was to see that eye
My body drifting ‘neath the wave
It wanted me for meal time
It stared at me with baleful gaze
And as my vision went to black
In my last dark thoughts I prayed
That I be gone from this old life
My final thought, I must be brave
I did not feel its steely teeth
When I became the snack he craved

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.