Pearls keep descending from the sky Rocks so taken over by the constant tedious attack of waves with their greyish hue and fierce fists The abrupt slap of time The thunder's wheezy cry and the pending of a rusty boat say the boatman's approach was due but three hours have passed. The bank is retired and the moon burnt sands retreat into the heart of ocean . sharks feed on fresh flesh. in awe of a blue tang's suicide note My lover and I are sailing to the moon to hunt down stars.