Sep 2021
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The arithmetic of murky waters
Is not so clear
Neither are my chances of survival
Here is me
Face down in urgent sea
My wave
My grave
My gateway, perhaps
Whatever the consequence
Suffering is the new salvation
It all adds up
Sum how?
Sum way?
And if I was your ship
Destined to flounder
In the wide open drink
You'd re-enter the equation
And find a way to pull me through
Just so we could once more
Make the hurting count
~
The arithmetic of murky waters
Is not so clear
Neither are my chances of survival
Here is me
Face down in urgent sea
My wave
My grave
My gateway, perhaps
Whatever the consequence
Suffering is the new salvation
It all adds up
Sum how?
Sum way?
And if I was your ship
Destined to flounder
In the wide open drink
You'd re-enter the equation
And find a way to pull me through
Just so we could once more
Make the hurting count
~
(54/M/The Exclusion Zone)
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