Agent 30-Seven

It all came back to me, the fright of a tsunami a wall of water found its way around the bend where I was hiding in a house of origami outside of reach for you, my trusted darling friend. But waves that kill and maim the innocent at will engulfed me gently and I rose to see the sky, I got to meet you just once more by the old mill to pledge an end to any thoughts of a good-bye. I dreamed a dream last night, I climbed a mountain peak, and saw below the rusted ruins of bygone days it soon was clear that I prefer a tongue-in-cheek to foot-in-mouth, which makes for awkward polonaise.