Cliffside sunsets in the North Pacific's eyes-
Glistening glass beaches are formed with bottles and rolling tides-
Comfortable coves house today the stranger of guests-
My still life humanoid soft shell pest-
With pockets full of rocks that I have collected-
Smooth, heavy, and colors inspected-
Man, whoever finds me here unexpected-
My face towards the sun and my red pools collected-
Will honor my wishes and let me keep what I've selected-
To mingle with pores, a sediment element for a sedentary stationary-
To let a part of me be a part of it-
Roll with the tides and spread where I sit-
Die and dye where salted breeze blows-
Making blood stone pebbles for traveling flows.