Keepers of the Tide
Tide pulleys on our ankles
Old copper green and salt blue
follow us in tow as we run up the beach
Laughing. laughing. laughing.
Sky capes whip the wind on our shoulders
Silk grey sheets of atmosphere skin
hauling the moon on the tip of tumultion
Falling. falling. falling.
Bracelets of stars electric our wrists
silver white heat and we glow on the sea
out of breath now as we run and we run
Collapsing. collapsing. collapsing.
Blanket of black as we melt into sand
heavy to carry the cycles and such
All of the beach comes to pass in our hands
Sleeping. sleeping. sleeping.
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