Message In a Bottle

Alas, the mere depths of this flood have not out worn me Neither gulped me, nor shattered me Swallowed all hesitation and fret, Delivering me to the sanctuary of the shore Nevertheless, I look upon my antiquity with epiphany Solitude, I breathe abandonment Surrounded, Poseidon's dominion in its resilience Still I persist with a purpose, carried in sapphire arms Yet I rest weakly in them, so effortlessly Will this clock not reap the hour? Why, of course it cannot, for time is immortal and I feed on it ravenously And risk is of multitude in this vast dungeon of aqua blue But I will carry on, ignoring the factors which weigh my progress Afloat, amongst these liquid dreams Terrors of the darkness only exist in the lower abyss Find me reaching for the heights, The light is nearing, sparkles on the surface Cracked grin, peering with perfection upon me As I break through the boundaries of the marine Paper wings unfolding, messages unwinding Slithering secrets between these creases, unto you Hope is in the distance, and distance is abundant.