Beauty has a better name; the sea, the moon, the beach.
I blame this perfect calm before the storm that tempts to teach me
Nothing is safe,
And neither am I.
Nothing is sacred-
Not in this life.
All seems well, until it is not.
Clifftop dreamer closes eyes and wishes
Ships don’t pass him by,
But illusive S.O.S. call leads
Lifeguard to shore of abandoned seaweed.