Flocks of a feather dwindling down the shore
Intimate formation of the aquatic glandular;
The Pisces swell to a shore far afloat,
Devoid of an island to cogitate,
Drifting on a rift a shipwreck in sight,
Tell me a story and let me hover over the sky.
Tragically devout to the milky seed;
Where dreams form and tragedies initiate.
The island further than before,
It seems distant:
A delusion, a fantasy of veins bursting,
Clouds surrounding the positional shift.
Long ago it didn’t fit or obfuscate;
Existence in its devotion to factitious elation.
The clouds unveil an island,
Sail, sail on to reach the riverbank,
It illuminates the twilight of tenebrosity;
There, a vacuous backdrop.