Estuary - Saintseneca

As cold as you’d like

Wary of an estuary where in

Rivers like I might slide away

And mingle with seas

Indistinguishably

Swallowed by the ocean

Over and over and over again

Who am I to ask the question?

Who am I at all?

Devil was there

Hanging on the pinnacle

Earth pulls you in

And then you become the earth again

Or the angels scoop you up

Lest you dash your foot upon on the rock

Like you never mow the lawn

So your landlord does

It’s funny how things like that have ways of taking care of themselves

Who am I to ask the question?

Who am I at all?