that speaks of love. Sultry voices hath beckoned you and me to stray for far too long,
as we bid adieu to the confines of the sacred ground we once had tread.
Together we float in a daze, half submerged in water, half in a fog, safety is now what we dread.
We have reached a moment in time when the naive idolatry of flying has been trashed,
replaced now by the need to forevermore wander with the fluidity of waters we cannot hold. Unabashed,
we strip down to enhance the essence of humanity, showing the voyeuristic sailors a glimpse
of the people they wish to be, deceiving them with images far too removed from their war-torn lives predicting apocalypse.
I would sooner lose the breath upon my chest and the beat of my heart
than to feel the tips of my toes touch the sand.
Let us stay where we are, listening to the sirens singing a song of life, not ones speaking of a bloodied hand.
Right here, in the mystic sea of never, forevermore can one live
without the fear of having breath to give.
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