[ awash ]
Lost at sea again. Somewhere in the fog navigates and owl and a pussycat in a pea green boat. Silver fish with excitable hovering fins make cursive letters as they dart about your oars.
You'd see yourself back to shore but you seem to have brought a kaleidoscope in the stead of a spyglass. You fall asleep with the stars cut and seamed into bright blossoming flowers of refracting light. The oars are heavy anyhow. Your anchor never seems to hold to the jagged rocks of shore as well as suctioning star fish do.
(Maybe you're not better off adrift, but your compass rose is broken and Polaris is dim.)
You'd see yourself back to shore but you seem to have brought a kaleidoscope in the stead of a spyglass. You fall asleep with the stars cut and seamed into bright blossoming flowers of refracting light. The oars are heavy anyhow. Your anchor never seems to hold to the jagged rocks of shore as well as suctioning star fish do.
(Maybe you're not better off adrift, but your compass rose is broken and Polaris is dim.)