I am Tectonic Shift, I drift from Honest

Lies to say I’m lawless, the great is vaunted

You and me lives dually, as if like sonnets

The good and bad

Smothering

Eternal grace

Slumbering

Eat only sweets

Hungering

Life without pain

Suffering

A woman unequaled saw my mobile of seagulls

Lulling on the sand

Strands of tide pulling aside as a blanket

Wet yet content, needed not my sheets fleece

Grease was my hair, care was her voice