
The heat of the day will be taken by the wind. the sun will fall and the earth will spin. the waves will grow and the ocean will flow. the whales will groan a song that i know. I could feel everything changing for worse or for better, a strong taste to my tongue like extra sharp cheddar. the hair to my neck would stand perfectly straight and the evening die cold as the night got late. the depths of these dreams, a personal universe, bring dreams of foreign waters I am soon to traverse. I and my knife and strong is thy staff, take my oh lord and show me your wrath. With that my keel splitting a 100 foot face I was gone from this land I was caught in the race. Not sure what to believe I was on stranger tides where the truth meant little to salt watered eyes. The dead told no tales and I let sleeping dogs lie but still to this day I couldn't believe my eyes. - braxton brosch