i was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
when the water filled every hole
and thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
making islands where no island should go.
those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
i thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
the rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door have been silenced forever more
the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
it seems farther than ever before
i need you so much closer