It was as if the sea had arms.
You could hardly tell the difference.
Unless if you were down there.
Alien tentacles pull at his toes.
An arrow is shot and hits the target.
But not literally.
An entire world held in a grain of sand.
Is there not many worlds?
Flesh touches them and has control.
The silence is deafening.
Familiar sounds to the birds and fish that are strange to a new ear.
Unwanted days that must be spent.
What he chooses is what he must
Or want?
Who knows unless you ask?
Ask him when he gets back.
The first time is always the hardest.
There are hours spent fruitlessly.
And rememberings are always difficult.
With a thump the head is down.
Well, this hasn't been written yet.
Let's say that something more difficult flashes.
A past that should be forgotten.
And then a CRASH!
As the wine like cellar is revealed!
At last! Somewhere new to go!
What kinds of deliriums are next?
And the third time's a charm, as you already know.
We find something that is imperative.
It is pocketed and a ship is spotted on the horizon.
I'm not entirely sure who's on there.
But we will find out when the captain is towed.