my name is not shaped.
sure, i love the details that appeal to my inner child,
sure, fighting the waves tire bones, and eats the life from your frame.
but here on this...
there is experience and change...
im sure no one listens, but there are ears large enough to hear from the tops of hills, and the fools thereon,
will rejoice in hearing syllables clash against their delicate eardrums
drumming to the near deaf heavens,
heavens controlling the tired faced with imaginings of delicate thoughts from the cradles' treetop.
gifts come once. and not forever.not diamonds skywrought or store bought.
just not.
