compass glass whistlin

sails tight mast aching

seas of waves

a touch within the code

calling you to ground

growth stalk leaf

the animal cant fight

cant write

still whistle tho

skip then gaze

feel hair on the wind

light on the cells

and the streams

in  the last shot

a quantum on break

a rub of english

sight blurred in the south

limbs from the North

heart fast

theres a room where they wont bite you

the insect brain the reptile has you by the throat

reflections you weave from smokes

mirrors you lose at cognition

and the rock rotates

grinding and aiming

for your outside lane

and your pedals move

the bar is broken

you'll never make speed

but try anyway

if not for the straw games

you could lay with the dog

straw and rain