Daunted

Oh, the camera angle. Oh, the minute hand and that regularity. Oh, the gravity, what mess and falter. Oh, to miss and stumble, despite the fine sand. Illusion's cushioned landing.

Today's Dickinsonian oracle. Read it and oh:

Because my Brook is fluent
I know 'tis dry -
Because my Brook is silent
It is the Sea -

And startled at it's rising
I try to flee
To where the Strong assure me
Is "no more Sea" -
(E. Dickinson, 1235)