As I wake to the morning fog inside the currents of my minds waking moments. The waters begin to stir as if something is alive below the tides waiting for it's time, not a shadow, neither a fish. This underwater demon is something from deep in the abyss of darkness. It stares me down arms conflicting and constricted. its eyes cold and not hot though like a "Tribal Octo". #blacknwhite #poetic