A glass of water
Who is it

With love fetch
Turn on the faucet

In palm puddle
As the serpent sips
Before death

Subtle faint
As the scale slips

This case is too late to rebuttal

60 units from an empty system

Temple unknown
If ever pure
Is now a filter cut

Searching for mountain peaks
That you never reach

Who am I to stop swimming

Napkin wrapped devil hand in pocket kit

We are the one's with one
This is it

The rest will be lost by the time we find ourselves again