BEYOND TIME

There was a scope of fast moving capsules.Shrouded in mist of the time they spread.In speeding across the hemispheres which were not attended to.There was no imminent threat.The plane was cruising.

Then it was a flash and takeover.The glow of the capsules spread the far reach of the Indian Ocean,one hovering past the lone rigger lost in the waves of this plural world.

The other was time apart.He a fisherman who could never sleep well into the night.He saw it.In Havefreeru,
a mass of distance measured by mapping to be so and so.

Sonar detection is measured to depths and its echo.
Slime slides.
The Newtonian law has to work.
An object with equal or partial displacement and momentum cannot dive.
The rate of displacement needs to be zero for a loss of Newtonian theory.
Or this is another tale from the bard.
A retelling of the new tempest retold.
Where the action is not  sea but skies which
lie in the sea.

Anyways 44 or 45
the unheard pages of random classics
dwell and shape an quest
to fathom the depths and the waves of the sky
as it went trawling
out of loss of content
or the pull
of the ships with mother
from yonder.