the sea was on fire
The sea was on fire.
A candle burns in the waves.
A match, no, a thousand matches fall from the sky into the surf.
The surf rises to catch them; to extinguish the flame.
The flame of perception rebukes the sea, casting it downtrodden into its lonely sea caves.
The sea spits at the flame as it matures into a fire.
Plumes of grey smoke; clouds; rise into the sizzling atmosphere.
The fire tarnished the sea; left it burnt, destroyed.
Waves flopped emotionless around the inferno.
It could not be halted; it would not relent.
The sea was on fire.
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