THE SHORE

Then it finally was myself inside of the light house's arms the v8 sent, the wend's blitzed giant lead rushed, the sky's help winged signs of their night's south alarmed buzz, speedfaith benched, the lead's hastedefense had my need's take clenched

Heading from the sea's great drench was their betting's lunge, the plead's rate wrenched buzzed speared settings of stunned tongues

Entering undone drums was feathering tonned sunned runs, the weathering hunt's blunt stunts discussed measuring unfun sums

So then it was up to the top of the tower of light

Hosed trends split struck pups, blue above slots of jah's power brushed might

Oceaned flotation had them still wondering, soaking mode's patience tabbed fem's will under slings

Roasting roads stationed, labbed bends hilled blundered things, it was the urgent list

Entering the post winged code's nation, bad pens spilled mothered sins, it was the firkin's lift

- Avalon Dakota

- 9-29-26

- 1:46 AM

- THE SHORE