Texty: Gavin Castleton. Hypotenuse. I Wade Out.

I wade out
in the high tide
on a gold beach
over-loved
it's the safest way to care
drenched in permanent goodwill

I wade out
while she sleeps
with my son
in the sand

that image sets my engine off
1000 warriors pillaging
my circuits could burst wide open if I stay
I'd rather slowly rust away

I wade out
dragging fingers
and our old age
under