and scythe inestimable oceans.
Water water water water. You
want the elevator but it does not
come. Come come come come.
You want out
but you do not want
to be destroyed.
Fear of being destroyed.
Fear fear fear fear fear.
But this honey-flavored mud
you found while trolling,
destroyed by fear, in the throes
of an endless impotence,
this is what you never leave
because you want it forever and forever
and forever and forever and forever.
