This day is flowerless
and the ropes that maintain earth seemed loosened as the North Atlantic hurdled towards me.

My thoughts stiffened while the other men grunted and lit their finely cut tobacco.  The hazard which was the sea fosters some primal fear.
geometrical meanings underneath the waves leaving mind and body uncharted.

The surface offers safety, a programmed ideal of life.
Today I've become accustomed to the climate, which contains all that we know. Tomorrow will be introspective and thoughts will grow like fields.