Testo Shore

changing a bulb from a loose legged chairfinishing sentences you didn't startyou say this is madnessand the ocean's callingI'm taking wateryou tell your directionssafe from the edge of the shorethe waves are crashingand I'm going underyour words keep ringingall of the way from the shoreholding outstories of making landhold on hold on for all you canno wind a sea of oil and stale airI go under into the greentake me down down into the deepand my arms are achingand I tumble silentthe ocean pulls memiles away from the shore