Where might I die

If only the ocean can be my spy,

There’s no greater ending

Than a happy one,

Because when every eye meets the sun,

There’s a greater draw

To tell its spawn; to make a wife drink the water drawn from his mom

A place of happiness so close to home

But not a door inside to close behind his phone.

To be as a lake that plops up its spring; To be a simple gold fish jumping from none.

Where there is patience,

A greater boat with wider space will drift into assertion

The bitter completion

Like a sweet sea section,

That I find dear to see my child reachin’

Outward goes the breast

And on top lie the shore,

To a sole chest; To a soul to bless

So that Moses split a greater sea,

Because the ocean, the river, the riddle, the tears, the pain, and the pieces lied to you and me.