Lo, great mystery of life,
Take what thy must,
Claw from my fingers,
My skin and my clothes,
Ravage my perceptions,
Rock the boat with glee,
Punch in the corrections,
On the input at sea.
Yet I pray,
With my last ounce of self,
The rest has been vanquished,
Washed away with the shells,
I ask not to taint the day,
The moment, the safe,
Leave in whole where as I may leave,
It in one piece,
Rather than let you,
Break it over me.