open door to my head, what's there this morning but the peaceful wave on a bright morning day, the beautiful light, the fragile air, those delicate figures walking along the beach, the crystallised moments of a beach town waking up, the temptation of coffee and the lure of a date and banana smoothie made by a beautiful maiden with elegant tattoo's and horoscope eyes.
the ocean pulls me towards it, my body engulfed, fin cuts through and neptune whispers, 'i give you my daughters captain mission, they are all yours.'
the waves are good, they carry me here they carry me there, my fin is an elegantly crafted technological accessory, it is part of me, an adaptive element extension of body, designer wear for captain mission and his deep fix.