Shouldn’t you try something else? A heart beat is quite loud.

A tense pause as you claim you’ve never seen this before and can’t know what’s going on. Your influence deemed only as great as your day, tomorrow means next to nothing. Tomorrow hasn’t met the the big hand or the tinier one so why give it a name other than the next one. The next two more fitting be it so. A night and day plan to come again as far as we know.

Oh a Kathy and a Kate with a third name even especially as of late. Katherine the great. She’s crept into the sighting with a great confidant in death. She lacked the same fear as all the rest. A name could never do her well starting with a C or K but another letter wouldn’t fit well either. Zenith to remind her of her alignment, a name given with reminding. See not it, a sea with a name and a game. A consciousness not to be treated as a noun. My mother believes God to have thrown her sins from seaside to seaside. I imagine the sharks getting sick from them. I imagine that the sharks get well from the shards of her heart cooked over the underwater geysers. A worthy life she doesn’t believe to be possible now and has began to shut down. A god of forgiveness has offered to her, the perfect circumstances to keep doing what hurts her and to just keep powering the great entity of forgiveness. It will grow so powerful, all moralistic codes instinctively acted out will dissolve. Generally speaking the sea is imbalanced. Nobody enters anymore making sound, though it is the highest offering. We forgot what intentional sound brings about.