Sea:People

Surfing these waves of allegation comes easy to those born from the greenish foam that lines an undulating ocean while others catch light of escaping horizons from dunes molded by hand feet planted in damp, yawning sands baking toes a sickly yellow as watery expressions gradually lift to calves trailing through the faults in skin rippling over limbs like a mouth lifting to consume each wave a tongue sampling diluted virtue and the people talk far off, near the sun voices traveling to the knobs of ankles near shore to dampened ears where acrid words settle allowing brackish waters to seep below clear eyes fragments of personality latching onto vocal cords mocking diverse characteristics sculpting bones with sharp grains of salt. {Declaration} I am a crystallized sculpture of society tangible yet indefinable; not yet surfaced.