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Wednesday, June 12, 2024

swim for it

With my feet through the snow to the ground below
I can feel everything I'm not cold
Well the sun is too bright but its rays fall short
There's a moon sliding down to the ocean floor

And the grains of sand have the edge
They're proverbially innumerable
But the flakes of snow, so unique they will merge,
and they turn into ice on my feet

I will shake off the ice as the moon sinks low
I'm almost finished with here, I am good to go
As the salt stings my nose, and the glare my eyes
I'm going to be the next man on the moon, tonight

When the waves close in over my head when the shock sets in
—I am ready for it
And the fingers of thousands of hands of salt water and stars
—I will slip through them

I'm going to swim for the moon
through
to
you
I'm going to swim for the moon
I’m going to swim for it through
to
you

I'm going to swim for it

As the sun climbs up, and the moon touch down
This is the moment, the perfect alignment, now
So I stretch my lungs, bitter air flows through
I won't be needing it where I'll be going to
It's a long, long trip but I'm strong enough
And I've been training so long to go so far off
Now I slap my face and I stretch my limbs
all the way to the moon, I am going to swim

As the waves close in over my head
As the shock sets in, I am ready for it
And the fingers of thousands of hands
of salt water and stars—I will slip through them
With the wave crashing over my head as
the shock sets in—I am ready for her.
With a crack in the back of my skull
She will come to me like a big dumb blur

We're going to swim for the moon
We're going to swim for the moon
swim for it

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