Rotting beneath a languid sun we are as junkies on the nod…dozing…eyes half-shut.
And the sound of waves in the distance. Pulsating rhythm keeping time with each heartbeat. You can feel it in your ears. The hand of God moves gently across the water.
Crystalline blue ocean mother nature. Geologic masterpiece of space and time.
Green-hued pelicans swoop low over shimmering waters, and I imagine pterodactyls soaring across primordial skies. While giant creatures the size of cruise ships swallow us whole.
I lay my head back on the sand and shield my eyes from the heat and sun. Go back to sleep.beach, Cancun, hallucinations, mexico, poetry