Gruesome slew sent us reeling like bobsled misdirect, slung sideways so long we slid down slope with leaning speed, nothing juxtaposed could notice naught but fast careen into blankening walls starkly seen,
of gruesome inconsequence beyond
slick metaphorical processing demoralization phase to headlong slam collide with sober somber real, an irreversible unlikelihood thus next to nothing can be done to quell this endemic ageless threat of hull unplugged, left bereft of sail til long last of stall in doldrum becomes metamorphosis of bark underside’s dead yammering rotsome plank into petrified stiffened stuff being a sad totality of anchor well sunk.
