graft

21351 pts · February 28, 2011

An ocean v i v i s e c t e d -- A vast channel of _______ separates water from water, subsuming the siltering seafloor is a hulking cairn made of cascaded wrecks of passing vessels. Vessels helmed by those who dared believe --errantly-- they could reach the heart of the ocean. Now, their bodies are nothing but evidence lurking in the causal fashion of the long forgotten wrecked and strewn and ...resting... atop a vivarium. Look closely and you can see the four chambers. One packed with snow, glowing faintly, prickled with starlight. Another with an assortment of cuspids and bullet casings. One filled with pills, tough to swallow, protruding from a honeycomb. The fourth, a mesmerizing black liquor flooding through slowly turning cogs. | Above it, the sky. Is it perpetual night? Or do the stars shine brightly enough? Is there anything to fill the vast? Is being simply enough? Do you dare to exist? Can you explain why? ... | In the space between, a hawk. All wings and bone. Wings and luck. Wings and whispers. Wings and nothing. What would such a thing be searching for out here? How could it not falter? How? | You stand there waiting. You do not receive a response. You stand there waiting. What do you do? >_