Curl Your Toes (The Vociferous Dilemma of the Time Arrow At Sea) by @wolfvayne (Laura Russell)
My ocean here is fat Rotund, devouring courage and new lands Unknown to some.
Of course it laps sweetly on the Shores - nosing the squirming land And drooling salty; come across Flattered plains.
Feel your way out further - A sonorous hum of its' deeper. Light hits snells window and Requests a look-in. The most Exclusive depraved celebrations are Arms length from you...
Listen - the ships ride past us, The gales pushing hard to reach Them out out of danger. Those gusts know - they know Because they are clipped to the Frothing crests and darkened troughs Bobbing incessantly above the Filthy, murkerous depths.
The ship is glade of those Inconspicuous clouds - sweeping the Horizon with grey rain. Salvation awaits, Row Row.
Grab my eyepiece and hard Look below. Stray photons irredesce This forgotten sanguinous place. Watch the gill creatures suck And spew and toy with the Galleon battlements.
Hell is not underground, It is undersea.
Remember that ship piece I did a whle back, and that I didn't finish? Here's attempt #2. Think it looks alright. I used white poster for the frothing waves, andd they didn't turn out quite as good as they actually look. But hey :] Artwork © 2004 Laura Russell
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