"For now, I see, I smell, I feel, and what greater gift than abundance of such beauty."
I'm waiting for the waves,
My boy's crux is a crippled mind,
He absconds from life,
I slip though time,
Caught in the squall of Rain's plight,
He flees at the sight of my broken bay,
And now his vessel's capsized–is my boy still alive?
I find our unison drowned in the reeds,
And so I wrap his corpse with all it needs,
To keep down a dream,
Do you dream?
'Cos, baby, I fucking sleep.
Shitpost, with apologies