A conversation between Feet and Sea

Feet Sea I come to Sea. I am Burdened. I am Weary. I am told that you receive. You come to me. I am in Turmoil. I am Murk. Mercy thought it wise to flee. I saw your Teal. I heard your Calm. They urged me here, to you, today. Most upsetting. Most conniving. How they plotted, so, you beware. But, I am Here! Won't you receive? Just your Burden? Then, not Today. jacquelene martina