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The Eyeless Surfer

Written Thu Apr 24 2025

You wish you had my wisdom But you would melt if you was saddled by my woes Y'all seem to coast on windy breezes of the waves of life But we are ripped up by the riptides that come and never go But regardless you won't catch me bound up in the sunshine

Because every dusk I slip into the deserted whipping ponds and flounder in the bouncing shallow Cling to it until I center the balance and sway with the winds of the earth Yes I find a way to explode my flinching muscles to match the world, absorbing me as we waltz Practice until I can conceal my faults

Then in daylight you wouldn't believe the dancing surfer's true identity Watching them joust in the deep, clowning and glistening perrying tsunamis Neither flow like they know the meaning of the word surface tension Let alone how to break it Flowing like they throwing it back Wobbling weightlessly so probably woelessly Wrong You couldn't feel the gravity with the way you've concieved our worth up in your worldview

[Beat switch] Because we slip away into slithering parts that are rarely seen peaking past the margins We walk between walls the way our presence mimics or novelty I'm creeping through crevices slipping with friction through this reality When you catch a glimpse you probably tell your friends Because every time you see me fall we all fall deeper in the hole And yet our blighted eyes are somehow coefficient to the full strides we dare to tred Fucked up how you remember us as the people we appeared to be rather than the amazing things we did

Tessa Painter - 2025

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