Kissing in the chaos of the afternoon, the earth moves without a second thought. The coastline is a tidal wave of gratitude and well-being, without the tidal wave. You're here even when you're not and I'm so right with the tides. You'll have to bury me in a shallow grave. When you need your heart you'll barely have to dig. You've always known we don't have to die alone. This hallucination of a year has brought our beloved author to his knees. At press time, he was still breathing. He seems so right with the tides