The Gauntlet

Tsun-a-mi's.
Soon a mis 'tis,
coming,
all enveloping truce.
Ship bashing against asleep to slap me from it,  
Steel, a sloop still crashes and crinkled,
cut the surface tension,
To fall upon a saturated bed.
She pushes on the swell to leave a waking divide in the dawn.
I take to the bow,
it dips into a wet wall, swipe, and salt washes all that was away,
presents a new plight.
Twilight in the mind field and Hokusai.
Japanese traditional lucid anxiety,
candid astray,
iron cast...a -way there.
The stern free falls,
Into a lull- a- by-product of metal thrust verti-....
go find her!
your heart!!
the help...
the race is about to start.
Rising sun better run rat run,
slake the fire on the horizon son before its sets.
Her eyes on
The horizon..
 the changeling tide now ebbs.
Run rat run, the gauntlet.