Great Wave - Mimicking Birds

Let the rip pull you out—don't fight the current

Slide along the rocks to the shoreline collapsing

Paddle south and post-up beyond where the foam implodes

Watch the horizon for all the waves approaching

It’s a long time to linger suspended on the surface

As the movement consumes you pulls you out deeper

Our origins are liquid in between peaks that are placid

The shorelines are all dried up;

the horizon is rising

The great wave

The great wave

Don’t wait until the rain dies;

saline-deranged eyes

Low-tides that’s deep lie as high fills the inside

Storms approach from deep out of the ocean

As inland the land slides, but the underlying friction

Go offshore to anchor;

be wary of where the ripple pull

The dim light of the buoy;

the black ships all passing

Our origins are liquid in between peaks that are placid

The map is at the creases;

the shoreline is receding

The great wave

The great wave

The great wave

The great wave

Here in the moment I am somewhere else

Drifting through the current—eternity

This strained old world was once ice, I believe

All that’s left of it now is the flood line

All that’s left of it now is the flood line

All that’s left of it now is the flood

The great wave

The great wave

The great wave

The great wave