Bottles At High Tide

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Raging, inviting. Inscrutable ice. King Neptune's daughter, her moods are water You'll never swim in the same ocean twice She'll wait to decide which bait to provide The wind in her sail grows to gale at shoreline She weighs on a scale that you fail to define while you're walking the plank.... Catch and release is her patent device Wives tales have brought her whales to the slaughter You'll receive notice of your sacrifice She'll leave maps inside bottles at high tide The trichton that pins you makes marks you will find like fins on the surface, mean sharks in the brine Still, you will give in to each heartbreaking tine while you're walking the plank She stays docked on the bank... °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° 05/25/2018