Scarlet, Azure

Somebody's sympathetic nosedive

Against the rain

Makes sizzle worth a thousand cries

And his toiling hurts

The trauma gained

He rips apart the meager waves

Somebody's waiting

On the shore

That river flowing nevermore

Blocked by the waisted tide nigh

Safe in the depths of right

He sails alone

Minding the whale's might rising

The rapids gaining speed

Dented hull gives

Swept into foam by mouth agape with stonehenge force

He is swallowed whole

In the brief blink, he thinks

"No longer will I see the outside"

He's been wrong before