here I fall, these shackles bind my wrists, my ankles and my neck too and this heavy chain to hold me together as if my limbs will fly apart shall I hold my breath? I’ll hold it for now watch the sun shrink to a tiny star…

Let me out! Let me out! I closed my eyes tight I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe I kick and I struggle I’m sinking, I’m sinking “Hush little one, just let it go”   I stop for a second I open my eyes The blue…

The Golden Gate guards the Bay; And when her currents and tides are mocked; When her fog is not properly feared She slams the door shut on ships that dare to cross Which is why after the City of Rio de Janerio dared to  molest Fort Point It…

There is a coursing wave throughout the fine parts of my frame, where the fish schools come to investigate the mystery of my death. They don’t make much of it anymore–they are used to the sight of rotted bones after millennia of foreign beings crashing…