| We salute at the threshold of the North Sea in my mind
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| And a nod to the boredom that drove me here to face the tide and swim.
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| I swim. |
| Oh, swim.
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| Dip the toe in the ocean. |
| Oh how it hardens and it numbs.
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| The rest of me is a version of man, built to collapse into crumbs.
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| And if I hadn’t come down to the coast to disappear
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| I may have died in a land-slide of the rocks, the hopes and fears.
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| So swim until you can’t see land.
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| Swim until you can’t see land.
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| Swim until you can’t see land
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| Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
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| Swim until you can’t see land.
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| Swim until you can’t see land.
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| Swim until you can’t see land
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| Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
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| Up to my knees now, do I wait? |
| Do I dive?
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| The sea has seen my like before though it’s my first and perhaps last time.
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| Let’s call me a baptist, call this the drowning of the past.
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| She’s there on the shoreline throwing stones at my back.
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| So swim until you can’t see land.
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| Swim until you can’t see land.
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| Swim until you can’t see land
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| Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
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| Swim until you can’t see land.
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| Swim until you can’t see land.
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| Swim until you can’t see land
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| Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
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| Now the water’s taller than me and the land is a marker line
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| All I am is a body adrift in water, salt and sky.
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| So swim until you can’t see land.
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| Swim until you can’t see land.
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| Swim until you can’t see land
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| Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
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| Swim until you can’t see land.
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| Swim until you can’t see land.
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| Swim until you can’t see land
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| Are you a man or are you a bag of sand? |