zaks vocal chance

     I went to a play shipwrecked upon the seashore

     starring seagull sounds over layers of wooden horns

     the waves crashed into piles of smooth franckincense

     incidents that would explore the sand grains like new worlds

     horn notes dizzy jazz easy to hear as if it was born in your ear

     making a pillow sad and lonely land filling joyful brave tears

     the incense altar brought thick almost lemon taste to the guest

     he appears within the outside of a burning blue sheet all blessed

     with good news muting zaks vocal chance at explaining this test

     all the world will remember the dance we numbered under light

     bending colors few can decide to reside choice wrong to right

     days would grab patience and deny through agents of design

     songs kept playing through the reason before the gray choice 

     echos lean from the canyon walls like foam shapes in the surf

     moving inland into work that pales within daily ghost stones

     somehow a wing moved with my eye at every turning tone 

     the theme seemed dreaming into a plot thickened door

     I went to a play shipwrecked upon the seashore