Now the sea is exposed,
            as the road makes a harsh curve to reveal the opening.
The moon is glistening like a scorching reminder to my eyes,
             illuminating tears scraped upon ***** skin through shattered windows.
The water seared through my senses,
               and it smelled warm and foul.  

  And I'm stuck,
Feeling only the lasting,
        timeless last resort.
A blank space preying on the empty feelings.
With no knowledge of my own,
                 I'd dulled myself,
  until my senses were but the remnants of a limb of lost circulation.
A nag,
a tingle,
a twitch
         spread down my spine to tickle my nerves.
Grounded impulses lay its weary to a fitful rest.