Heal.

My boat came out to a vast lake after puddles of stinky water and dead algae

I rushed into the sunset and a sky carefully burned by a soft glowing red, stopped by the gentle waves stroke by the gentle wind

darkness sunk into the water in no more than ten minutes
only a few lights afar were left
among which a low white church on top of a low hill stood, but a digression

in darkness I saw tinkling stars on the canvas of night, three making up the crux of the South
I saw disturbed dinoflagellates beneath the glass of water, thousands painting the sky of the North
they are giant and tiny creatures to the earth, billions of billions

I steered away back to the forest current I came from,
before entering the branches and the swamps I took the last look of the sky and the water

a prematured wound.