An ocean, a calm vibrant ocean
The moon resting until it's his time to wake once more
and give light to night
No tides, no illustrious tides nor waves
to hinder the calm of this ocean
to disturb the depths of the sea floor nor the creatures it holds
It is there, there summons a shark
a silent shark, a small basking shark
mulling about, pacing back and forth in between it's giant walls
at first for thought, at first for a purpose, at first for a reason
but as time passes the moment is lost
the reason is gone and sits this shark with the ability
to swim like lightning
sits this threatening shark who is just as harmless as a starfish
fighting for control
trying to remember what purpose it has
trying to remember anything
anything short term but there it runs
an undersea rabbit as fast as it can be
and somehow the shark, sits a tortoise wanting to do something
but just sinks further and further hitting the bottom floor
A dark abyss, a darkness only lit by the sun fading ever so slowly...
'What's the point? ' he says frustratingly as he closes his eyes
What's the point...what's the point...
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