Afraid of myself. I follow a dead dream, yet I feel it strong. I feel it between my arms, through my breasts, and into my heart. He looks up to catch the tender's eyes. Two more drinks.
Music beats numb time.
Whale smooth skin glides in the current. Breath holes open, close, open to spout their mist. Waves unbroken undulate blue beats. A left winged seagull soars wildly then slowly glides to a stop. Through the glasses the dancers bend, separate, break into prismed colors and reform.