by Shaun Lawton
All the chances that you have of our survival before the tidal forces drag upon stronger undercurrents and the shallow coves of sand get traded in for a licking tongue from the deepest briny depths to taste a rivulet of the threshing shoreline in the wink of a moment sometimes a child is carried along for the ride in case you hadn't heard of the riptides around here, why they'll sneak up on you like a real creeper wave and before you know it you're through swallowed up by the sea another tossed aside colony for the reaper eels and rays and wrasse to wrestle for the left over bits while there was still time before Leviathan arrived.
Nothing ever worked out fine when Leviathan arrives it's more of a parting of the waves before the big blue sea when all the life forms have dried out long before hand to provide a parchment rug unfurled like a flag tongue to trample on and get sampled by the burned out taste buds of an indiscriminate glutton for punishment and pain the likes zygotes won't transfer like lightning bolts through gametes for a very long time of revolution to come because believe it or not these swift calculations incur enough of a low amperage energy wave to engage and thus slow the timewave directory down as it's multilenticular anemone-wind absorbed time amassed force enough to create a sudden stun-block of standstill time, a sort of shocked echo bubble created for a sufficiently delayed moment to induce eternal retro-forgetfulness, itself the tip of the artistic borough now entered, a realm where the expanding universal constant helps keep the sails of your dream ship filled with astral power for as long as you wanted to keep it going.
It's in building bubble worlds such as these that one may learn to adopt the little trick the temporal wizards describe as 'a nightnip,' that is a moment of time stolen for one's self, it's all really a matter of the mind and how one looks at things, really. A razor's slice of time can open up a world of opportunity. Dive down under the surface of the timestream here with me and you'll see what I mean. When time slows down to lose its original significance, this is when the universe really expands around you. Surprise, surprise to find your eyes the center of the dilating point.
The ones who've dived the deepest and sunken to the lowest depths to hold their breaths the longest and slow down time to a bare crawl when the bubble in the mirror growing larger invites you in and once stepped inside carries you up among shafts of sunlight penetrating the aqua blue greens of the sea are reflected in the bubbles sinking away back down into the darkness of their domain.
Swimenumerating how it would be to be found deep down so below the lost continents of the Atlantic. To see the eye of the great whale with its pod looking back pleading in silence for an equal opportunity at life but from the other side of the undulating crystal clear waterline. We're the additional terrestrial life. Along with a myriad other species interacting in a phenomenal symbiotic symphony of dance. Just an image reflected from under a long blown out flame from a fire put out enough winters ago to be forgotten in purpose and destiny. Running through the numbers once again in your head. The language of logic soothes one to bed. As eyelids lower over the orbs the dream powering has been enabled.
This is how here it is that so far away down buried in the stratospheres of history. Submerged within the unequivocal domain of the fevered brain's oh so desperately wished for final moment of escape. We've come to season the aftertaste of this recurrent dream with just the barest hint of madness.
-- from The Tiktok Odyssey files left behind in a once forgotten shipwreck off the coast of the straits of Gibraltar.
