Last of the Last Act: 3 – Harbour (But I Don’t Drown)
Follow me, I’m going down
Going down, do-own.
Step with me, go into the pools,
go Into the lake, let’s drown
And somebody’s here,
And nothing but rot,
And I sink down
Feet touching the ground,
The nixies surround us,
Messengers among us
Did you come to live with me?
Did a home project from you.
Or would you just watch,
You should just watch.
Watch me drown.
From their lips, in spirits I breathe
The spirits they breathe,
____________and I’ll drown,
Drown into the air,
Drown the ai-ir.
And now, now they take my arms,
And pulling me up,
Pulling me up
—Were you there?—
—Was that there you there?—
They’re pulling me up,
Sky wavers in front,
A hand-breadth away
The messengers hold me before light of day.
Because you can only taken to the doorstep,
El will take only you to the threshold and say,
You shall choose Life, so that you and your offspring may Live
So I did.
And I swim.
And I saw her near the shore,
And she hadn’t followed me, but there was she,
Knees d(ee)amp in panic and water anxieties.
And her test is internal, as mine always is.
The cold will teach you lessons, my thread,
The water tastes like being taught,
Inhale it tastes like being caught.
Even when nose breathed,
Breathed into, given to soul of life.
And can you see the water around me?
See the powers surround me? But
You aren’t concerned with them because,
I can’t tell but perhaps because,
You are more concerned with me.
Maybe there’s a place for me in this,
Maybe there’s a life I should not miss.
Maybe it’s only in my dreams.
If I could only keep my life awake.
Saw you’re buddy said she talked to you last week,
Said you’ve seemed pretty down, you’ve been wanting to call me,
—Do it, do it…
You should do it, do it.
But maybe it’s meant to be this way,
And maybe it’s not just you and I,
Once we were the young in love.
I’m surrounded by life,
Much of points back to you,
Must ignore all of the signs of my past love,
And maybe you’ll finally out of my mind. love.
Because I can see her there, at the shores of my life,
And she is hesitant, expressions bright.
She’ll in dip her feet, but that’s it all for presents.
Not everyone goes into death and life head first as I have,
And maybe that’s why we’re all here anyway one-hundred-twenty.
But I don’t know why she’s here.
And I don’t know her right now,
Don’t know that we’ve met.
—Judge favourably is law.
And why else should she be here?
Wading in closer in case.
Eyes on me, in case.
Case the fires she can’t see,
The angels surround her and me,
And she knows in my heart must surely be there,
And just in case they aren’t.
And maybe they never were,
Because maybe it was me all along,
We can never know for sure, but
So why is she here? She looks beautiful I can’t see her face,
But almost I know it.
I know that, and,
Is she maybe you?
And she’s turns away,
And now that she’s gone,
I wonder along,
Might she have been the same?
One person, two names?
Will we meet again?
Because I really miss you,
And one day I’ll have go back in,
So if you ever want to see me again,
You’ll have to follow me back then,
And see if you even fucking can.
Because at that time it will be your turn to choose.
And know that either way you can’t lose,
And that; go or stay,
That I lead the way.
Why yes, I do intend to take over the world, Pinky.
Published at 10:18 on 08/18, because 18 is the number of life.
P.S. If you read this in the reader, then you may have missed some of the poetic formatting I used.