To not drown is to swim to trust

Oh yes the ocean that was a place
where the ripe tided its time until
the tenth year left the shore too far

not short enough to make ten of ten
and a little help please carry me thanks
I appreciate your support you float

your buoyancy lingers in the horizon
of my fingers where greens flash 
under any wild conditions any fire

and thus we are thus! exclaim with 
the tarrying wait passionately for an
other chancer another water another 

salty sweat sand stone time when 
help may come instead from 
the most very bottom