Tally

The ongoing results of the devastation are being counted with tally marks within the framework. Like sand pine sticks with a quick break, no CGI. Top Left. The show of air force from the sky cast them down. Bow compasses measure the catastrophe upon the geography with the precision of geometry. Tall red-brownish bark crossed over others, over the vast military landscape. Metal beavers make massive log piles wilderness high. Florescent jacket workers feed the wood chippers twigs made by the storm. Mulch and tinder are piles for miles, wilderness high.

Many move here for the sun and forget how to run. Fend off looters and secure the area with guns. American flags are planted in sand lots with concrete stilts left behind, saltwater sound. Damaged residential belongings piled wilderness high like landfills. Hysteria for the disaster dollar bills keep the vulnerable and vigilant in wiped out shelters prepared with gun shots bursting in air. The gulf surged upon the confectionary coastline like a sugar rush and overpowered the panhandle with a state of emergency. The evacuation route from the counterclockwise rotation of climate control is to debunk this mind control by knowing who is ultimately in control, the Lord our helper. Tenacious love brought us into a spacious place.
Mexico Beach, Florida.