Well versed in conversations with myselves. As I am dying I hope for one last distraction
Into the Deep Recedes
The Ocean Underneath
Anticipation, a constant companion
Never-quite-there is more than a carrot
Disappointments? impossible you see
I've my closest companions
Distraction or the little dolls
There is no letting go
Think a thought tinted with a dread
Not sure, a foreboding?
These chemicals sure talk funny
The thing happens, did I make it?
Is it pulling in from the future,
Or does it seep in?
They say there is a deep ocean
Churning up bewitchments
And things of importance
A do-or-die urgency, or a lack of intent
As the tides flood and ebb,
So too my river ribboning underneath