I walk you to the shore

Modesto yeast comes home

We were elaborate

The sun would coast

An atmosphere a plentiful terrain

A place to look at paper proclaimed to last

With nothing on there is a question

Stones young or otherwise

Trap doors leading


Death where depth has posed unlimited restraint

In a moment naturally this

Versus punctuation with a curve

These minutes collectively

Assembly fields hold elements

I weather you have weathered everything