Faux:
Tar Pits.
Infinite Honeycombs.
Infinite Fizzing Lightbulbs,
Tungsten Filaments Ablaze.
Faux:
The Madness Comes & Goes,
Like A Wave.
I refuse to be carried out to sea.
No matter how long I can breast stroke for.
Hike?
Climbing Mountains,
Was always second nature.
We did it every weekend.
