Dancing Rocks

A scoping draft, the lift of weight, Enveloped in Spirit divine, I see the crest of waking waves Adrift in liquor soft and sweet Can you hear my heart? Or see the trappings world con-bound? Sacred greed I champer Oh as if to make myself a king, Rather than scrounging rat 'fore wolfen eyes. King of rats! Shall I rule them lonely? Shall they eat my flesh… Is there a better way? The cracking of eggs. A low bell resonates among the free and freeing, Fashioning an eye to share. Between us the sea, but it is warmed. Lurking beast with creaking shell Are you salted ‘nough, it to strip? My liquor has with what t' advise That we as sailor pair make our fortune from the treasures there concealed That the serpent be lifted up with wings, And the sickness blossomed sprout a palace crystalline.