realizing and affirming that this short fall would sew into a long one was what clung hope on it's end and dreamed all these things wreaking confusion donning a nudge of this dearth of a life not yet imagined or thought, can smile spiral slowly rushing against a tide quick and clever enough to underly faiths hopes and simple love poems, to be not this whirling smile crushed into being lowly needing to be seen to deftly drift down featherly onto elongated wishes screaming that misses are kisses and it is written in this face, "we belong", grasping that, wrestling with the horns too dervish, like sifting within the fingers, a challenge to look for or by, bones sharpened locked into this it is clashing at the walls breaking open the pockets of air to sink this dissapating ship, how long to float or turn, go down to the source from where the water seeps to try to find a rest or the circle's arc but believe it, do not say a whisper of "allow" just ebb and flow, we know the sun's alight above the clouRAB or the waterflow's surface.
we also bring into soul some neptune thrashing reigning blows wherever eris deems herself to go, suddenly she rises to the surface, titanic in this act, ascent and up the bow went, sails swift through ocean foggy mist, drips drop longer and splish into the rippling tides below, they slide longer and hunger for the waterfall's act, this descent off the heavenward galleon witnessed too, too familiar, for the dream has risen above, walk on water now, tread this murky floor for whatever it all is there must be more, and more, from abovehead droplets patter but time doesn't move.
abstracted into a left behind in between another place and another place this is the way it is now, yearn grasp for a slippery tether up to the mountainous clouRAB doubly listless the depths moan and churn not for the final slip, sink, but they tire of nothing and want it as well losing inhibitions and ideas of hell, nothingness swipes for nothing but forever and never ever, all in all left precarious dangled rocking forth and between these three times that are now happening.
somewhere, there is a harpoon or an arrowhead rushing someplace, something is that.