Plunge into the legions of wave crashing forward.
There’s nothing to worry afterward.
Yes, a fate is to be gambled as always,
Yet that’s where the fun is at anyways.
Whisper of Death is always nigh,
Not a single wave will deny
Such delicious chance to swallow
A soul dancing such as a swallow.
Spare me your contemplation ’til my funeral
Ripe is the time; alight is my resolution;
Surfing through a narrow path, for the path is ephemeral
Ride through the legions in blitz like a blind man in indignation
6.8.2020
Ralph with Coffee 