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The dream cycle is waxing again.
I’m trapped in the surf, and have to clear the beach before a strong wave tumbles me and perhaps sweeps me out to sea. The water is receding quickly, announcing the coming crush and impeding me as I fight the sands that the retreating torrent loosens.
But it also uncovers treasures!
A conch shell, the largest I’ve ever seen. The washing of the waves and stones have worn a hole in it, but have also burnished, and scrimshawed a sort of Damascene; the shell is as beautiful as ancient ivory. I grasp it as I press my escape.
The water next exhumes a sort of black tiara-like headpiece, aural, somewhat the antithesis of the crown of Lady Liberty, but as smooth and jet black as shark egg, the edges flowing free of ruler or square. It is inscribed with glyphs of an unknown tongue. I take it and trudge on.
A mask of some rich wood - have you ever seen polished palm or coconut? - carved with sharp ridges suggesting darkness of character…
I should sketch these before I forget.
There are other treasures,
but they, and my success in escape, are unclear
I’m trapped in the surf, and have to clear the beach before a strong wave tumbles me and perhaps sweeps me out to sea. The water is receding quickly, announcing the coming crush and impeding me as I fight the sands that the retreating torrent loosens.
But it also uncovers treasures!
A conch shell, the largest I’ve ever seen. The washing of the waves and stones have worn a hole in it, but have also burnished, and scrimshawed a sort of Damascene; the shell is as beautiful as ancient ivory. I grasp it as I press my escape.
The water next exhumes a sort of black tiara-like headpiece, aural, somewhat the antithesis of the crown of Lady Liberty, but as smooth and jet black as shark egg, the edges flowing free of ruler or square. It is inscribed with glyphs of an unknown tongue. I take it and trudge on.
A mask of some rich wood - have you ever seen polished palm or coconut? - carved with sharp ridges suggesting darkness of character…
I should sketch these before I forget.
There are other treasures,
but they, and my success in escape, are unclear