Sludge

Sludge flows through the southern marshes.
Created by stagnant water collected from northern factories.
Alligators and wasps roam amongst the wetlands hands,
Feeding on any unsuspecting victims in the dark forest.

Sludge flows under waves and currents of the sea.
An oceanic buildup of decayed flesh and waste.
Inside the divingbell, we explore its mystery of weight.
Pressure builds up in us, crushing our brains into dust.

Sludge flows amongst the celestial stars.
Space junk circumferences on our distant planet a far.
In the absence of light, infinite mass compacts into a dark void,
For as the universe expands, once again it shall contract.

Sludge flows in the depths of the subterranean metropolis.
Chemicals, cigarettes, and false idols we toss below.
Beneath a beggar emerges above in search of food,
For he knows his death is near and shall return to the world.

Sludge flows as synaptic brain processes.
Trillions of neurons charge through our minds,
There exists no absoluteness of virtue, for we are all human,
Non-intentional entities that we cannot comprehend.

The explanation of Sludge we cannot define.