Particular Words in a Specific Order

Sea, the serpent, silver scales smiling so as 
to not show off her fangs, swims before my dinghy. 
Advice, freely given, cowers at my feet. it asks 
"we shouldn't have gone this far." 

She streams laughter. 
think begin the dream we serpents have 
of land weighted by scale. 
you, among the coral be too thin a morsel 
thinner now against the tide. your seeking? 

Not knowing, I asked her why her tide rises against me. 

no wave however tall has yet wet the moon 
so roiled they dream and reach. 
just so are you, reaching and if lidded 
a conqueror of current throes though 
unknown to me in the wake. 
live on land, where truth runs clear. 

Thus, she ate me, so that I would face dawn.

2021