Sprawled out

a log beaten by waves

letting the current take away

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it was time to sail

kissing gray as you ventured,

as you desired.

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In search of the island of your need.

What boat can suffice?

What carriage you burden?

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Your legs carry across land, your body shifts against water.

The dead ocean swallows. Now Swimmer, gasp in, go under.

There, the Voice clears. Decipher demon calls

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Where are you going?

They demand

But how to explain

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The taming of the storm inside, the desire drinking the sea?

It is my personal conquest, you say, the calling of the tempest within me.

The Voice pushing through water

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bubbles against your skin,

They swirl around. Beginning to bitter speak:

Why, Our Lost Swimmer, why?

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There is nothing for you to gain

Stop this nonsense, O Foolish Swimmer, your spirit’s growing faint.

I cannot control it, you spit, it’s too late to stop,

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I cannot be restrained.

How can you stop a wave from crashing?

Or expect my foolish heart to obey?

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Please help me on this journey,

you pleaded jagged breath

I cannot live dependent on stagnation

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to kill my passion for security

I’d rather end up dead.

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Wait, Swimmer, for their answer

What covered your eyes?

challenging death deep’s disguise?

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The Voice trembles through ocean

Raging, bites the salted grave

Crushed hands holding firm

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relentless glinted gaze

you broke the strained lull

Please, you begged, I’m helpless against the waves,

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The Voice broke laughter

And a sudden flare hushed within

The cold fear settled into throat

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And dry doubt started to kick

We’ll help you, Stubborn Swimmer,

Though not for pity, but the stars within your eyes

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Your body lifted through depths

Your lungs inhale sudden night

And there in the distance, the Island!

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You ventured through dark waters

Each stroke closer yellow shores

Till a voice rang out

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Stop! The Island cried, don’t come any closer.

Its voice a trill

But, Island. Precious Island, I have waited for this day. I challenged the depths to find you.

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Lost my way, left my home… please let me take refuge in your embrace.

You wanted to say. But you didn’t say.

The voice was conviction.

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Who were you to deny? What soul can trespass another’s right?

There’s no argument. No fight.

Turn around, Tired Swimmer, back to the depths

The Island was never yours