I’ve lost the span of intention I came along to find you crafted into the floating. From below the waters I feel people pretending into flame in order to heat themselves outside of walls. I can swim now, four ways and for a way in which I need to circle the idea before holding it to the starting state of release. Listen, you went under long ago and I’ve come within the undertow I’ve spun the glow back to know you fully and flow.
 
I’ve lost the barefooted grass but my fins fan out in the spinning reef. There is no longer complexity in the complete. Your pills and what released you, my trampled chance exchanged for the range of roving when in roving you’re all the advance of have, having. When the fasteners unclasp I need to tremble with the waterworld around me. Listen, I will find you and favor you and float the unwavering boats for you.