under my gills; between my ribs,

and ultimately exhausted.

The one hit wonders, not scared to sing

.

But I was.

Here I was.

Hit particularly hard now

the nuts and bolts, and a ton of bricks with it.

The lightning and the hunger pangs and the debt, all at once.

Its all sand and electricity and the ability to not pay anything back, plus 1000 volts.

Just shy of the shoreline,

A jury of our peers.

Save for the glass we were about to fall through, and the nuts and bolts we were about to

stumble over ,

run through,

carry home.