Bird Surf (08/04/2014)

Meant for you in Crimson.

Lost upon a Fountain.

Torn from the Outside.

Worn from the Inside.

The table set for Golden.

The hammer thrown to Forever.

Lost in the Ocean.

Above the spikes to Dangle.

Forged from a Behemoth.

Small as a moon behind a Finger-Nail.

For when the source was Broken.

For when the well is Tainted.

For when the fence is Mended.

For when novelty is Unleashed.

The sparks will Fly.

The tongue will Move.

The lungs will Expand.

The fruit will grow to be Moldy.

Crystalline grids Open.

To friends high-five in the Sky.

You move the Letters.

I will channel the Voice.