Rectangle Creep - The Grand Washout

It is worst
In winter
That's when we catch the storms

Blustery
Unpredictable
Who's to say what we should consider norms?

'Cause those waves
Can't be tamed
Can't be riprapped or jettied into servitude

If you're left
After they've departed
Stand face to face with nature
As if totally nude

Feel the tide creep
All around your toes
Sand dissolving from
Under your feet
When all the land
In liquefaction
Agitated
Running inland

Our utopia was a washout

Written by:
Daniel Jircitano, Jereme Sanborn, Matthew Cutter

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