so elusive, out of sight in these depths
three days you'll fall from grace
breathing in water to follow you home
here, there are dreams that slip from silver screens
into factions of illusury design
relay transmission
break the surface or lose your mind
to degenerate words you will never shape
as life dissolves piece by piece
magic eyes, i saw searching deep
reflected in light, hard to find
here in creation's abyss
prying for something to treasure
we would nearly die in these cold waters
if the best intentions froze our hearts
and the radiance of your beloved
never rose again
three ominous days, we wait
for you to come back home
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