An American Tale

Caffeine cauterized sutures

Marked with caution sprinkled on the wind

Sunken Ships outlined fates that twist

Shushed purpose sifting the bottom

Dredging the last of us in catacombs mine over mind

Fallen short, trust falls

The climb tells all and feels all trembling at the spine

Ceilings clatter, echoes relocate the clinks of the tops of heads

On rotation as those swivels fixed high from on high

Knees tuck

Rhythm stuck

Feedbacks loop

Guts spill and burn

Soaking on the tide