sanskrit
breaking the waves for taking me in, and twirling and kicking with broken shells to stab your feet bleed with the grains of sand, heart rushing and pushing the clouds to the ends of your mind, careening and fearing but reassuring the warmth of light, bind the chains that travel without grace or structure, painting your words without sound, dig your nails into the thick of color, dive into to taste the salt and reason your tongue to stand still, look deeper through mirrors to find what it really reflects, question my integrity and arrest my hands for deciet, suffice the yearning for eternal sunshine, pound my eyes shut to see the true color of illusion - maya is who i am