oceanic reflections / part v

shake the night off. slip on your shoes, and put miles, and this city behind you. blue skies ahead, and a storm at your back. you still don't understand that storm. what happened? how long you were out? what any of it means? you just know that it's over. there's something else out there now, waiting to greet you. some other hurricane waiting to fuck with you, to send you home, to heal bones and wait again, only for the tide to roll back out, your cue to follow. you know this, but for now we are running from the storm. brilliant, and eternally doomed to go through life beached, drifting, beached, and drifting again, as eventually, this hurricane will once again capsize this ship, and send you home, below. no sleep til brooklyn? no, further on. may we all one day rest easily, with the cool breeze at our faces, the sun in our eyes, and good company at our side.