Third morning in a row. Third time waking up with the chorus on earworm status.
Walk on the ocean
Step on the stone
Flesh becomes water
Wood becomes bone
Since the first two lines are directives, I followed their instruction. Stepped into a (dreaming) void, and from there to an ocean. After walking on the ocean surface long enough to get over the juvenile glee of walking on water, I looked for stones or rocks to step onto.
Finding none, I sang the first line of the chorus and took a deliberate step on the ocean. I sang the next line and put my foot out in faith.
The stone under my foot was a nice surprise. I look to see I am at the rocks of a familiar jetty. No Man is reaching down to give me a hand making the transition from ocean-walker to stone-scrambler.
“About time you arrived.” Perfectly dressed in a perfectly black suit. Perfect unblemished face framed by perfectly coiffed hair. Perfectly warm voice slipping past a perfectly patient smile. No Man. Perfect in a way no man can be.
“Why here, No Man? Why a tropical setting under a lazy cloud sky?” I’ve met him here before.
“Finish the puzzle and find out. However, you haven’t enough time today. Return tonight, and we shall see.” He looked at his watch and showed me the time. Despite it being analog, it gave a perfect reading. 4:59am. My alarm is set for 5.
I sighed, conceded a temporary setback, and bid him farewell. I woke up at once and turned on the light on my clock. 4:59:59. 5:00:00. My thumb turned off the alarm garroting the sound.
The third line of the chorus could refer to decay. If wood became stone, that would be petrification, implying a passage of time.
But wood to bone? Hmm. Curiouser and curiouser.