I’ll shark my way into the system of casual beaded motion.
I’ll take the drops from the bottom of the Atlantic ocean
and
I will make fish swallow the universe.
I’ll clip my choices on the everlong bend of wire.
I’ll take a match and light the whole fucking thing on fire
and
I will make the clouds blow into the sea.
I’ll soul my self with a thumbtack of sewing.
I’ll take a boat and I’ll do all the rowing,
and
I will land on ground that feels like a steady world of strength and power.
