Under our fingernails.

And have your wings spread wide?
Their length broadcasted by fluttering swells
Is the salt so demonic, or the urine relieving?
Her tiers, swaying with unimaginable ease...

They remind me of actors playing dead
Yet breathing ever so slightly
The softest breeze reminiscent
Of the the strength of subtlety

The passions of awareness
And exploratory struggle
We milk them from imaginary faucets
For our homes are in the beyond

Who here stands upon golden temples
Free from iron shackle