Ebb and Flow

Exposed by the ebbing tide, vulnerable in the blackness: the mind flat. Conscious, ravenous in the dark, emerges from its subterranean nest, and begins to rifle and sift through the grains, hunting for: deepest, libidinous, worrisome, scrumptious, and sumptuous thoughts. Over-examining each morsel in the dark, moonbeams reflected in squinting eyes. Slowly savouring each mouthful, a member of the slow food club. Until, zing exhausted, the thought is balled and discarded, but only until the next ebb.