breaths lands
of milk and honey
are but plentiful
and surround us
even in the seemingly tighests of spots

but like sand i run through fate's fingers
to time's chest
break through the grass doors no less
no less no more ,
no less , no more ,

just for the plentiful
bounty that is oceans floor

and into depths of oblivion and depths of sighs and depths of soft nights
and nights and when there is credit due ,
there is credit due.

due-

over due
-  under due

dew point at 3 am
soft drops line the sleeping city
rains the mist
only to hang before groundfall
before groundfall
surf


surfin (yo) (!)