Run a boat a ground
I was coming in a sea wolf
Upon a great meal
Leaping the land from the unstable
Landing on legs that loosen at the intensity
Sand packs underfoot
Knees bend and crack then expand
Ankles adjust for what is to come
Blood flows in and out
air in lungs
power vacuums
hungry tides
The body craves speed
legs push and pull
reaching fierce sprint
The new land a great meal
Farewell the open sea
Fire energy for survival
A weapon
A replacement for life
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