A Third of the Waters Katelyn O’Connor
When the tide comes in it stirs up the blood red algae Sometimes it feels as though the water is cold mercury There isn’t anything that belongs to you that cannot be taken away Upon further inspection the dream leaks from the inside Sometimes it feels as though the water is cold mercury The camera flashes, and the moment is paralyzed Upon further inspection the dream leaks from the inside The whales, singing, beach themselves on the tarry sand
The camera flashes, and the moment is paralyzed With the world revolving, the hours spiral out The whales, singing, beach themselves on the tarry sand He offers images with a touch and a tilt of his head With the world revolving, the hours spiral out Suddenly the ocean floor drops and is gone He offers images with a touch and a tilt of his head An impression of seas and rivers upon the barren ground Suddenly the ocean floor drops and is gone When the tide comes in it stirs up the blood red algae An impression of seas and rivers upon the barren ground There isn’t anything that belongs to you that cannot be taken away A Third of the Waters
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