Under your tongue, your mind is snug
Tucked in the same covers
Under the stone, coral and bone seep into the ocean
Dancing around cycles of sun
Temperature rising
Quarter to none
I'm saving some change if I can
I will
Past the grove where redwoods grow
In my pocket
I've a locket I'm keeping close to my chest
Culture is some son of a gun
Use it to transmogrify my vision
Calculation
Over the top
Watch me conquer the land
Dust into sand
But the water's so warm in the ocean