ghost ocean {edit}

[real_bad_poetry]

plant a tree in the middle of the ocean
i plant my garden in the middle of the sea
trees do not stand on water
oaks do not plant in the sea

as miraculously as beauty
these leaves do not drown
these roots stand on the ocean
my arms will challenge the sea

we are a miracle, floating in impossibility
without surrender or defeat
(without equivocation)
these oaks will drown the ocean
(you won’t drown me)
we are the forest that swamps the sea

i plant my heart in the middle of the water
i will grow my garden in the middle of the sea
we are the ghost ocean
we are the thing that cannot be

as miraculously as beauty
these leaves do not drown
these roots stand on the ocean
my arms will challenge the sea

we are a miracle, floating in impossibility
without surrender or defeat
(without equivocation)
these oaks will drown the ocean
(you won’t drown me)
we are the forest that swamps the sea

and the tears fall like pin-pricks
a storm of fear before the calm
but will you stand with me upon this ocean
will you stand with me and not flinch
will you stand with me and refuse to drown
will you refuse to drown?