Singe the hairs on my arm,
Running faster circles to,
Encompass a form with blue,
Kindle ocean fires gratefully,
Share all of your stories,
Dawn is blue for reasons unknown.
Grains against the sand,
Suspended in the air lightly,
Tick and Tock spin too fast,
Create bodies in spans of seven,
Numbers warp into faces,
Vindicated for crimes beyond space,
Jade rock cover whomever,
Porcelain masks crowd scares.
As they always do.