Scores of ships bouncing - scraping off a black lid
Exploding in arcs across black oceans
A fruitless epoch
Knocked on the black lid - no answer
Hammered the lid for days - no fissure
Flew towards the black lid - arrows rained down
The outways are closed
Transmitting waves halted
Among the crumbling augurs
Congruently sealed
Here you sit, king under the lid