and deliver me to the prize-less shoal.
Grateful me will shake your hand
and scribble a message in the sand.
And even after my preemption's
a boat still spies my apparent glances
and when the caption waves his hand
I bury myself in this hollow land.
They dock and search and find me wanting
but no rescue party can still my tenacity
They force myself from my own oblivion
While I wriggle and gnash my convulsing body.
I reach the boat and find my tongue
has withered in the heat of the sun.
Beckoning voiceless empty pleas
"Throw me down, into the sea."
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