Acting on the impulse of life,
We disintegrate into the ends,
Of pearls washed-up on the shore.
There is no other life.
A wasted body laid out on a slab.
A naked woman flesh and bone.
Rodin depicted her.
Sculptures literally on streets.
“The left coast must lead rebellion…
I’m with the resistance…
I’m with the ones that say “no”…
I’m with the ones that know…”
I hear them say this acting on impulse.
Pearls washed-up on the shore?