Mountains Into Moving Waves

All these wide shut eyes are following me.

Sticks and stones they throw.

One simple crack that explodes.

Those bruises, they poke.

I'm knotting them up.

The wind gets so hectic it mutes you.

It's all knotted. Mariachi peeping through kanye.

It's a duel.

The waves and the winds knocking into me.

The seaweed and the clouds knotting up and clotting.

The weed and the clout hazing me into adulthood.

Manipulation into truth.

The wind picks up and flushes.

Now my lungs are filled to the brim.

Unable to decipher air from water.

I might just drown