A jumbled slur of my desire gallops across the sands of temptation. The shores invite his embrace while the tide retreats. Who are you to drink my ocean dry? You who leaves the amphibious more than homeless. See me now as the barren hellscape burgeoned by this culpritless crime. See me now anchored in shallow water. See me now with empty cups which once run ‘eth over. Sea will always fade into the shadow of ocean. In the depths of this shadow lurks a reality where every outcome haunts our sunken hull. Among floating rubble, a horse kicks for survival. Waterlogged hooves race death’s kiss. If all bets were placed on you, who gets the money when you lose?