decommissioned warcraft clean severed lines steam gusts belt from a cavernous shell the ghost ship settles on a drift ridge perfect tide rhythm on a salt washed shore
calming nuance in passive time weaving through channels and crest waves white sands warming at a high point beyond the breakers and porteau pins
gazers and dreamers (and sleepy fiords) rest softly up the straight froth folds skim and linger on the wide eyed wanderers of the sound cove seals settle at the inlet their symphonies backing on the bowen brigade
ripples and patch makers hold sheets to the wind markgraf lines find electric blue sky stealth shadows haunt the seascape the dragon fly hovers in fits and starts