An Empty Night, Open

A bottle slightly submerged in the Sea has within its light glass a scrap of paper- on which are the words "Do you know me?" "I am on other shores, perhaps exactly opposite Yours." The orange deep red-brown of the hovering sun color the ripples- like the wrinkles of a silk slip- a dusky effulsence of an evening. The sun's searing white-yellow seen through the glass is a slightly undercooked yolk, seeping and spreading through the enveloping visceral white- the solitary thin cloud passing the Sun's fire. The sunlight is the gleam on the vessel, under a Mayan Sky.. flushed with their Belief..Faith...of an ocean that covers the entire Earth; tranquil, at peace for eons; before the Mayan "Heart of Sky" that drapes Earth's mottled tints, creates the creatures- crawling, rising to stand, walk on the newly born lands.