. suns of beaches resting in pieces all scattered in heaven's too spear-speckled floor ; ; tides strangely waining on great sandy slope a tad too much raining holey skies filled with hope .
. in chilling heat to sip the treat who ran the rod that pleased the bod that hooked it up as though to free a strangely normal tendency to simply be the spawn of star, we ashen dusts too nebular . . having thus chosen to simply be two choiceless in tranquility .