Nightsurf - Argyle Goolsby

high tide is drawing nigh

her calm disguise subsides

she chums her curses

black storms coax her cauldron tides

here on this beach I’m out of reach

left to survive

the ocean breeze that brought disease

has kissed them all good night

except for me I still remain

immunities retained

resistance still intact

against the chill that came to kill

the stream that watch us wane

here on this beach I’m out of reach

left to survive

the ocean breeze that brought disease

has kissed them all good night

Kissed them all goodnight

plunged them into aphotic black Night Surf

High tide is is drawing nigh

Nightsurf!