Echo location the spaceships invade me like sound waves crashing against the empty sea.
Sonar the signal, needles and spindles, interrupting my thoughts like midnights mantel.
Resounding inside spilling out what I lie the liquid I poor are the memory echoes of my life.
Kinetic and alive like tiny ripples in time I leave my print crashing like the waves in my mind.

Colder is the air now that the sun has receded behind clouds of despair and feelings not needed.
Filtering floods of salt covered droplets fill my emptiness exasperated I plead to stop this.
Noises they are screaming, Pleading and reeling never receding but always kneeling.
Praying and hoping for the day to be sowing the seeds of my emotions in the sun once again.

Exemption from passion like working with satisfaction turning the digital clock pocketed the money fits into slots opening future doors like pin ***** dots.
These calluses create tools for deranged fools to tare holes onto those that need paper the most and Ivory towers and golden harshness at birth dictate life’s glooms and hardship, whilst 2nd place in races almost always face the independent states of our minds, but the people that have less, given more will always represent respect and in our eyes.
Alas paper with faces does unfortunately dictate life’s inevitable flow in this race.