With my belly moving
Sea would spread and disappear
Why should little shells just grow from rocks for me??
Two ?? laser blue dots watching
Such a strange warm moment in ice
Aware and still underwater silence
She could be goddess and spreading particle in salt air
Smelling on honey and pines in his senses
Kindled in disintegration
Spread blade long side muscle tissues and bones
Could I be in multitude and fine tuning then with resonance?
Cannot see seagulls much far away
Are they driving bicycles?
You have soo much and soo many of it
What if this is my time she asks
She moves away with that look I know
In television affectation
In my own emptiness of recognition
Wrapped in leaking and reasoning of suffered body
Caused by malicious stings practices