Aqueous
Author's Note: Enjoy the poem and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Magic: The Gathering.
Summary:
Some tides need no moon.
On a mild day, when the air is unrough and the water has a thin grip of the coast
The gulls swerve o'er
The tainted isle that mariners have wept o'er
Flashbacks
Flying like rain
Compulsions, churning and circular
In turbulent dreams
Eddying obsessive while the waves retrace their touch
Ghostly froth
Contained on the threshold between
The sea and the land
False memories, a net of broken illusions
Vandalized atrociously into the coral
Pools drank up into hydromorph horror
Strained
Plagiarism of some beast in torment, caught up between madness and deep analysis
Switching
Snitching
Liquifying and stupefying
A possessed flood nipping at the island's rocks
Changing from gentle to harsh
Idea to nightmare
On a whim, the amoeba
Its searching hand seizing control
Some tides need no moon