Science of Rowing
Come around, dark passenger. Settle in to breeze and lean, but don't close your eyes. We've a mountain to climb. A sea-bird sigh. I tap my feet and 'Why?' Reflection over edge, pupils like lead. Piranha much, feed tendon and leave bone. On the inside of you, somewhere, is home. I will be flux, to attach, if you will torch. With a little luck, a pheonix hatch&scorch blue sky red. I burst into a million tiny stars at talk of touch. raise my sail and blew into a dead sea. you are me, you are. drew you like a weapon, an oar though. Lessons in rowing through the human body, stop when you get to the heart. Massage gently so the beats don't break you.
Patience is a virtue.