we see our friends out on the ocean
and their boat is shining new,
and it's all meant to be.
but there's a hole in the bottom,
and there's a hole in the bottom of the deep blue sea.
interlocking waves of existance
travelling on love across a distance
but it's plain to see that there's a boat at the bottom
and there's a hole in the ocean where our friends used to be.
far from the beach, sky and water come together as one.
but our friends' hesperus smashed upon the waves of expectation.
and down by the beach, there's a patch of green i use to lay and think about my friends,
and to second guess my faith and why i call mother m
to be cradled in her arms
when all i really want is to strap on weights and swim.
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