The sand slopes to our memories,
In streaks of red and white.
A fight-- salt-draped revelry.

Bitter-sweet, and impotent:
The Currents
they sing our anthem.
Our song:
They know I only tell you I love you once you’re gone.

Furlong: this celebration,
In a chorus of undertow!
My only love: My only foe!
Drowning in you, from you so,
Within the cold below.

The ocean speaks of black and gray,
A myth, you once were;
A name I dare not say.

Pray,
as the Coral do,
To know not the Wreck or Time’s decay,
but to cling to the gentler spirits of yesterday.

Frayed, the Seas pull me,
They scream,
A wave of sound,
They know I only hate you when you’re not around.

Hound: of this hell,
From which we row!
My only fiend: My only beau!
Sinking in you, from you so,
Within the cold below.

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