Fail

Took a ferry.

Across a sea of broken nails.

Faded arrow.

Pointing to me, ways that I could fail.

Hallowed juries.

Belching flames of my despair.

Baited sparrow. Singing in tongues, three ways that I could fail

A skulless eye box.

Presented with candor, lust, and care.

Lucid marrow.

Etched with prophetic methods to how I have failed.