Elucidating Questions

No one gets to hear about Neptune because he’s mine and she’s mine and I’m not good at sharing.

If inability doesn’t crash in at the wrong right moments I don’t think anyone could tell me otherwise.

Such a motif but never do I share.

Because the waves are mine and the depth is mine and the distance and the rings and the push and the pull.

Nothing noted for no reason other than I realised that if I went to far they’d take everything away from me and the ocean is my everything.

I don’t know where I am but I know I don’t usually have nymphs at the window so the message must be important

But I’m sitting here and the water falls from the sky.

Farewell to the starry nights and it’s a fair drop.

I don’t have anyone to talk to.