Foam, frothy foam.
Mud and salt.
A thousand miles of eroded coast.
Sunburn.
Windburn.
Heart burns.
Sometimes,
Sometimes,
Some times
Some
times
I
Wanna put on
my little goggles
and climb
a rope
leading somewhere
way up high
in the
sky
where
maybe I
could find
something
something
some thing
some
thing
that
Isn’t
ever
gonna
burn
quite
so
bright
But
twinkles
ever
so
gently
in the
night
Piercing
darkness
with
little
sprinkles
of light.
Of Light.
