Swimming thru
the panoramic sea, is me~
torrents attention maybe
too lazy, skies suprise~
would it be just a dream
or a smile
'en visage' of the moon
if my latitudes
were few
but incorrigible?

I break in align and drift for days
toasted flake for fish food, I make~
unto land, my eyes it seems
as tho' no shade
could dialate my mind, for dreams~
I must gather what waterlogged
faith I can find.

Should it take onwards of years
to guess my position
yet cannot despise for
my own limitations~
the pull of the Earth
will most definitely make
for the best
most accurate
decisions.

*Until that Day,
I remain
Cast Away