shards of glass are slicing sporadically
across the lifelines imprinted
on my hands
while ocean waves are breaking
merely feet from where i'm sifting
through memories, through prophecies,
through Pacific Ocean sands
i read you like an odyssey
written in a very foreign tongue
(wordless even, the strangest language)
between the lines, overflow signs
shards of glass are slicing
rerouting the lifelines on my hands,
while ocean waves are breaking
merely feet from where i'm sifting
through memories,
through prophecies,
through Pacific Ocean sands
