i tried to sew a song into a garment but the fabric resisted every attempt, being too plaid, it’s stubborness defeated me at every turn and I sunk my soul into sorrowful sanctions with the lost sea of surrender. Together with my companion sorrow, we sailed without a compass into the whatever is unknown and fear gripped my heart as it always did. We searched the bottom for the treasure where the pearls were hidden, but the caves were emptied out long ago, and the sea was no longer friendly to the mariner. Only ancient captains on the shore would evade the mysterious notion of an ocean she emptied out years ago. By way of the leeward side and the null and void of everything else, we turned outselves inside out and upside down and swung a flag to remember the tide in times when the ale flowed freely from the stern. The hull was pierced and the marlin stuck in the hold. Fretting for his life, we released him and he shot like a bullet into the air, we caught our breath as it tried to escape and returned some air to our lungs, but the bullet ricocheted til we were sunk and soaked. We found the rocky outcrop and sat awhile repressing the memories, but it was no good, as the sharks circled we succumbed to what was left…the insignificance of life is sometimes foremost.