In steep cliffs 
with rocks all piled up 
mysteries of your passing luck
Ages past 
shells and bits of foam
forming new limestone
to give things their turn

There are no bad words for the coast today

You never knew why you felt so good
in the strangest of places
Like in waiting rooms 
and long lines that made you late 
and mall parking lots on holidays.

There are no bad words for the coast today
when we hold our breath until nothing's left
it all starts to fade.

We can see the stars 
from where the birds make their homes
staring back at us.
Indifferent 
but distanced perfectly 
projected endlessly
it's so [bad word] beautiful.

There are no better words for the coast today
then you ask what's a palisade
and if we're too late for happiness?