The song ends in a loop,

and I am thrown for one, for once.

All around.

Everywhere.

On repeat, but cleaning it up as we go ,

just so casual, through it all, breast stroke, backstroke, you name it.

We cut through the water,

Through the rain.

Trying to peer over the trees when we are on land, even through them would be fine.

trying to crane my neck around the totems and the doves,

We are in tempest and everything moves the same direction, including me and those doves

the totems too.

are those footsteps?

all those syllables…

no… those are drums.

all those syllables…

the totems too.

We didn’t hear that from the oracle.

We didn’t hear any of that from you.

We were on mute the whole time, anyways.