And I feel like I’m losing—or I’ve already lost. Any action eludes me. I’m surrounded by this storm of abashing distortion. Every calm moment is simply the eye. The waves are smothering my cries, as soon the water takes me. There it is, that aquatic desert, that blue oblivion. I’m left to mull over long turned about thoughts, to reposition my every act. There’s something more, I know it. Just a word, for the red morning sky is breaking.
Lend me an oar, I’ll be your lifesaver.
I’ll give you hope.
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