Striking the dark abyss the wave came powerful and warm crushing our illusions at the bottom of the shattered abers.
Everything was bigger prayer rode boats the wave lashed the faces there was on the bridge than tangled cords and rattling reef.
When from the sky springs the walrus horn beauty seizes us to impale us in the vertigo of supplications the assumed moment of inattention.
Gold and light poured down relationships with the whole the finger of loneliness in evidence at the roaring fiftieth calling us back to work so much love to give.
