When Weakness Isn't Strength

The rocks at the crest are the crag's edge
The mist exists because of this plunder
The day is inebriated because of this exchange
There is a helter skelter quality
The mist blankets with connections
There is nothing without unification here
The sea is at purpose

This is the fault line between quiescence
And the great tumult
This is where the wispy meringue
Gives the jello of existence solidarity
There is high drama here
This is the razor's edge
This is where it's sliced

I have come here because of the salty
Moi sty residue on my lips
And I know of your addiction
To salty lips
And I like the taste of salt in your mouth
Then I like your breast

Spilling on my chest