It was a fucking gentle ebb
Pulled into an ever anxious burrow
Rasping and Grasping.
I didn't want error
As the waves suckled
The worthless aether from my lungs
Sweet, inane succor
Cut loose
Cut dry
I submerged
Covered in the inky black mess
What emerged was inspiration
Fuck.
Let it fuck me
Spinning talent into my fingers,
Forcing its tendrils down my veins
The deep blue muse
It'll pull out
Pull away
Fuck me until then.
I'll thrash and drown in radiant glee
