The real question I am asking here
up and over the stillness of cold water, I cry out into this vast world
Will your amiability bid you dance with a skeleton?
or throw her into the *** of the sea
given she trust herself enough to divulge herself in meeting thee
and from the waters you hoisted my unembellished identity with your feeble hands
I have shown you my true self as hard and ridgid
as coarse as sand
wont you display, your darkest primordial wishes
or does it manifest as all that I see you for now?
with insights into mortality will you spare just a tear
in sight of your own morality
for your wounds
it will kindle in me a thirst I've not yet quenched
even as the rolling ocean was wrenched from inside me
perhaps I'm offered this gift, I may very well present a gift for you
You lacked the experience to meet me fully through...