Flowing water buries who we are,
are we all just  rain  in the sky,
seaweed strangles breathing
Ocean is a wish for the living
Bubbles in  marbles breathing.

And my time's  getting weary
a runner of ****** bit lips,
not of the wine we sip
This story has an ending page.

Pennies are  short-changed.
Wish to help you as  a scavenger
furled becomes the rampaged
No sense in skin to engage
I'd hyphenate flip out rages.