Lying on my back in the sand Dead fish flop desperately underneath my spine Cold Whispering Corners of my vision Taxidermied owl Taxidermied swallow Pinned Cicada Etched with defeat.
Roar of the ocean Flopping fish You wave its fins in my face and Run away when I wave back.
courage rises from deeper depths -than all that fear can muster -those caught within evil intent -shall be blown away by the wind of God's pure breath.