Shooting Rapids In the Time Stream

Steady rain swirled, pooled, and eddied around rolled up pant legs skinny ankles, which immediately felt cold before undertow willingly steadily, and nimbly pulled this former ace swimmer into watery fold quelling, relinquishing, and taking my hard won mettle of gold earned early in primetime, now at last...preemptive quiescent salvation sluiced into unbarred Davy Jones's locker hold all me eager life possessions long since donated and/or sold, thus the final countdown found yours truly submerged for no rhyme, nor reason told as I blissfully headed into the webbed wide woebegone watery wold, of course said dreamy forevermore hoary idyll mere reverie of this stevedore "FAKE," & figuratively, hypothetically, and imaginatively furthermore, yaws true well lee washed away in briny deep pull lore ably tipped, gypped, and drowned ma poor body electric far from shore, soaking wet tha top n bot hum 'o me soggy mossy noggin, wharf fanta seas no longer will eyes explore waterlogged optima gills, this papa wet tin his every pore, this March 21st, 2019 (ewe could Hermes faintly bleating after mighty roar) of ocean riptide off back offload mein kampf bon jure, buffer dis future papa gets tubby old, and senile, who would bean imposing chore, asper deux marriageable daughters tubby saddled, reined in upon, and bridled to endure caretaking role asper, this former stevedore whose existence also spent teaching many a bore from Bangalore!