Surrender

 Surrender to currents

White flag before white shore breaks

Pearlesque Tahitian

    I used to talk story to sell

Floating feels aimless

I demonize idleness to idolize productivity

grey clouds follow behind cirrus

    I used to make shapes and imagine

Where joy resides must be out to sea

Deep beneath the ocean, beneath the

earth's crust

Craters, deep, where the Creator 

intended our exterior be molten

Refined and reformed