The black night’s ebbing tide erased the only remaining hints, the cresting long ocean swells did not cleanse without a trace.
Adrift and lethargically bobbing seaweed entangled teakwood box of water-logged photographs, drowning, surrendered from the heart of the sea
Like molted wild feathers cast ashore with the tide to the coarse specks of rasping sands, Darwin's dream in an emptied sea-bubble popped, dissipated into its own haplessness, bestrewn about an untrodden seashore
Washed out snapshots of life’s disregarded minutia enchained to an ordinary forgotten Kodachrome moment left out to the consequences of the ever fickle tides, abandoned happenstance spilled by chance upon another undiscovered world
The warped and bloated wooden box encasement, hoary with swollen furrowed woodgrain s, wearied by an enduring measureless moment adrift;
as if an ill-fated message in a misbegotten leaky bottle, corked with marooned good intentions, and images of disappearing dreams flung out shipwrecked in barnacled azure glass beneath a sky so far away