River Song
In that moment there with our bodies bare
You can’t deny we’re anything but this:
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We are bodies struggling, flopping, turning
Heaving against this river called life,
wound with these moments together
In the whirls and rapids, the eddies and falls.
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We’ll lash these moments together
As our raft, our rock, our treebranch.
We’ll use them to keep afloat in the torrent.