some lightning carved the horizon through me while i stood watch of the sea and sky meeting some lightning made me cutting like other points and views from which one can observe nothing s the part of what you see that s in between nothing s the part of what you see that s bending some lion s belt around lacing belly some sweltering poised sea anemone the shape of those rocks coming out of the ocean that is my shape until god thinks i must be thrust again into being but you re only the shape of how you re raised out of the water on the beach torn away cut away to the future
['lo-fi indie']