complexly calling, the hammers bang on
cure for what ails you’s right here, wait, it’s gone!
order another and track the results
or flee from the march of the numbers and sulk
goosebumps for ideas that are tickling the hammer
but I’m tuned out, can’t hear ’em
still, I pay the bill,
though not every one I’m due
and now and then
I tune in for a few
balance and success; either one would do,
without a lot of help I’m finding neither
hammer out the day’s events
before they’ve yet begun
the only way to know the world
Shyan steps onto the beach, hauling the boat safely ashore. Fassn rummages his ruck to produce a hammer, while Cang loops some rope to the boat, attaching it to an iron spike. Together, they secure the boat to the beach. Shyan scans the tree line, thick with green. Spotting a subtle change in the foliage, she points it out to Abianarin, who gives a nod in response. Shyan hefts her shield and starts towards it.