i am not honest

Honesty rests beneath the white foam on Pacific waves.
Above the forresty hills of Augora sunsets-
and between the invisible, face-splashing energy of highway joyrides,
i am not honest. do you believe me?

Do you believe me? i am not honest.
Between the invisible, face-splashing energy of highway joyrides-
and above the forresty hills of Augora sunsets,
honesty rests beneath the white foam on Pacific waves.
firma