Sometimes there are moments that are never meant to play out fully and
In an instant
Sheets straighten and clouds
Clamor back across the sky.

*Good morning.

This evening I will discover a fibrous black-green substance under the nails of the first three fingers on my right hand.
I will excavate it with a nail file, and inspect it in my palm, it will be poked, prodded, and rolled into a ball.
I will recognize this substance.
While I recollect,
There will be a sleeping sea turtle one hour south, twenty minutes out, and twelve meters deep with three long scratches etched into the algae - exposing a marbled shell.
My vision will narrow and my senses will perk.
I will breath long heavy breaths into my regulator,
I will feel fins pushing past, up and through my heart strings,
I will spill salt water tears,
The ocean is a fishbowl that contains only me, and a creature after my own self.

Grin to squint on Sol's own cozy splendor,
Woe to know thee shan't embrace her.

Through the shattered glass,
I see my dreams.

Halcyon, love and exuberant
This is too real!, I weep

Euphrosyne, do you even exist?, I exclaim
*Please repair it.

I've got a boneless back
& vision hazed black
around the edges.
Pushed to the edge
& back around again.
A beginning never marked;
shrouded in fog.
Cluttered thoughts at home
w/ no cause to listen.
Glistening with an utterance
                      of time ill spent;
orchestrated within a hollowed head.
All power to the engines.
Full speed ahead.