In life
PADDLED ONWARD THROUGH THIS STRIFE,
KNOCKED BY BRANCHES,
SLICED UP BY SKIPPED ROCKS,
SUNKEN BY A CENTURY OF MOLLUSKS
JUST INCHES BEFORE I REACH THE DOCKS

Grown men, groan, men:
Provisions for the visionary,
Incisions for the wild and weary,
We re caught up in this soylent fishnet panic,
gasps draw mouths araw:

WE RE MADE OUT OF FUCKING PEOPLE!

SO LIFTED TO THE ATOMIC,
RE...

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