Hovercraft ------ Took a walk collecting beach sand I kept it all in my shoes Removed the skin no issues At the beach near the pier where the lights end Reaching out waves grab hold burned off armpits Chance to wet thirst salt soaking Can't touch bottom, in too deep No more sky just a circle of light Gray sands my own shadow's in flight After dawn shoes are gone lost collection of sand Got some rays talked to some rays, said to me “ You're not living quite right! You're not living right! †It took a few days, but I caught all the rays. I bottled them up and took them with me to sell off!