Atlas to Atlantis

Found a bottle on the beach

The message inside wasn’t complete

For the time had worn the paper thin

“My reflections not what it used to be

I’m broken down, somewhat fallen out with the fantasy”

Drank the ink up of the paper

Till the words spilled down my chin

From my lips

They dripped on to my hands into my skin

Felt the rush as the letters tumbled on and on through my veins

To my heart

And on into my brain

Found a bottle on the beach

The message inside wasn’t complete

For the time had worn the paper thin

“My reflections not, what it used to be

I’m broken down, somewhat fallen out with the fantasy”

The serifs tore at my synapses

Till I finally let them in

Ancient scripts

A war torn city on the brink

On the waters edge I faltered

Then the waves crashed overhead

And in the undertow my journey began

As the days fly by

The hours stand still

The hands of the clock move in for the kill

As the days fly by

The hours stand still

From these broken feathers, we’ll make our wings

Found a bottle on the beach

The message inside wasn’t complete

For the time had worn the paper thin

“My reflections not, what it used to be

I’m broken down, somewhat fallen out with the fantasy"