The Lucid Shell (Rite of Fertile Sand Coasts)

Crawl to delicate one upon eggs of fasting bird

Dancing above they've cast their shadows

Mercy swayed

Coiled taste

Dawn, we play in glass direct

What paths fold, dusk's stance

Conceal lineage and mother's milk

Become now... rite of the fertile sand coasts

Four corners

Four legs

Of foe manner, with swallowed lips

Take them in swift and just...

Trumping pillars to lay beside conditioned crave

A frenzied declare

Lucid shell drapes melting bone

...a blind eye infect the quickest to the draw

Made last in spoil

Made last in spoil

Yearn supreme over the four points

A conquest to observe radiant seed

Duel of moons with hands not my own

As reflections go, unrecognized ---- in this feuding stream

Line body with rock from the walls

Fill in

Is it anchored precise?

So lucid shell, drapes melting bone

The quickest to the draw

Made last in spoil

Made last in spoil

Flashes perform to the mourning door

Cold is the touch, grasping aimed descent