3/1/4020. TAZ-ABALONE. THE CHALKY ISLANDS.

Oh to swim in sun and dance all day, here is where I’ll stay.

The groaning rocks, and creaking docks - have all but had their say.

And from afar, a shooting star, was spotted in the night!

Glowing red, just before bed - a beacon taking flight.

Oh where, oh where, has Orion gone? He’s left us here, with sinking sun.

To find the Starmother at last? Or just to vanish to the past.

And now the star, it takes its plunge, as I lay down to sleep.

And as I snore, it sinks towards, the fathoms of the Deeps

-D.V.