Context

Prepositions are surf boards
As waves are a fact
To go out and ride
Is to undo intact

Ideas rip the current
A story of a sea
With every valid portrait
An artist lightly bleeds

Hearts are sharks astride
The chain of living fear
Machines will claim to lie
For goodness, hope, and cheer

Each is but a drop
A unit cut from broth
Flames that carry currents
Will help me die a moth

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