We test the waters
first with our toes,
to take the first unknown step
in the naked ocean
we reside

Stage smiles in photographs
as we know
only ink can truly capture
the raw, inner self

We celebrate picturesque
landscapes donning walls
of their master's sanctum,
as nature is force to
retreat behind a concrete
dystopia

We kiss the lips of death
and press our hands
upon the dark cloth
feel the woven
thread,
to nurture our souls
when are bodies
are not fed