What floats like a pelican's beak
shallow water of a picking
of water daring to breathe
Understand that life,
means truly nothing,
Only then, to understand
as sailors flick fish to sand
will you ever be so free.
I wish for Christianity,
but the book bleeds
worse than my hands,
Does not a flick,
flames disappearing
I'm struggling
as history poisons
to my beliefs.