wblake

SEAFOAM

Tonight his highness Ocean feels vulnerable,
a cold bitter wind worries his darkness,
the black blanket shivers..
In the midst of the night
the earth is breathing fear,
dark waters...
brown
dark stones...
black
dark sky...
grey
a cold bitter wind screams his worries.
The lost god ocean is disordered and alone in his strength.
the strongest is lonely because he is only,
waving freezing motion,
inflating, untied,
loose ,
lost..
the summit of his excrescence exhibits little white butterflies...
little white butterflies popping...sparking ...dancing on top of each motions...
a brief happy dance warming up his merit...
inflating...deflating...
like a cold and furious copulation...
fever...
The earth is clammy...
a sudden wave wraps this giant lonely stone in the center of this frame of shadow...
a white wet blanket of foam illuminates the yelling black stone..
an instant of glory within a sad obscurity...
white a color of hope,
sometimes a color of worry...
Too fast...
The darkness inflates again,
his majesty is spreading is life with a terrifying whistle ,
and the poor obscure stone is buried again in the dark,
in a terrifying silence,
a whisper emerges from the storm...
"thank you big butterfly !!!"