The lodge

 2 fish swam for the rocky broken shore
At the speed of a ruffled begger
knocking at the door

looking over the rocky lake
Big fantasy lodge going to bring it nye
a conveyor belt moving every desire

huge dorsal fins of different sorts
cutting through the water
a future obscured

yet one sturdy bridge
each plank a special school
a constant miracle

the hardness of the rock
above the fish stock

at the far end of this rocky valley high
is where my strength and genius reside

So sturdy and picturesque

I'm getting so close

the soup of this life