Even for ourselves, sometimes we'd rather kill the unknown than to grow from it. . .apart from it?
Was it better for 'em to live or pass by the oceans scene
Seeing the ash-coloured redeeming stream of open rays; Sand.
The blue nest of sky, never reaching in-depth, though
The hue appeared emergent from the deep,
Natural comfort. Best of (unmatched) view, that victory's reach
Having no regard of the end though: more like mysteries propelled- your tinted window.
Were the rough-aged dreamt away, fallen to bottom for a change?
Would it describe the feeling it felt to pass up the oceans scene?
Nothing mattered, hesitant is meant as shadowy resources remained
Naught of this unseen, detour un-sea, or under.
© 2021 Courtney Grant