Frothy water
In the wake of the horse-drawn shell
Zigzagging through the vast blue ocean
As if trying to stitch the waves together
Neptune travels
Sense of urgency
A shrill wind
And an icy chill that begins to singe the extremes
Become nothing
Neptune holds his trident aloft
Peaks pointing towards a turbulent sky
And with a swift circle of the staff
Lightning streaks forth like a powerful cosmic ribbon
Neptune is unpleased
And he has reached his destination


  1. Ancients gods all possessed attributes of their human worshippers or how they would like to be as lives were so foul. Now we worship greed and waste nothing has changed much.

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