Oars stroke past
past indiscretion
bypassing goodbyes
and wet weaping
exchanges Wild sprout wilderness
rerouting
about turn about
time
Into ourselves
again For fuck’s sake,
I’ll take greed
Fuck four fucks
I’ll take five. Shake the world gently
It’s been time, had time, she’ll be fine Lost. Into. Ourselves.
Again? Eye eye captain
The third eye seas
Throw me back
I’ve ‘ad me fun. This globe be my sword sir,
I’d rather not drip.