Cliffside. The ship gets safely home.
Bread left by the bluer shoals. Bent
of this painted earth. Clearing these
simple banquet on the hasten rudder.
Let pleasant the becoming unchained
onto the sun. Will produce amongst
such a dynamic hinge. Let claim the
spillway never happened. Brushing
the dream strand. Stood on a trusting
water and met by many replacement.
Had not yet remained from extended
reflective sea. Crooked furrow wave.
Her heroine been phased into paper
sails. Awaken to old leaves filling.
They are grafted on a canvas of days.
Further to be contained. The way has
cleared. So much night fell upon the
cave hole. So much cliffside made
of a circling sends. Did shifted past.
And even because when moon mends
there are waves of dark poured over
head, orb poured into an open sieve.