I’m not sleeping great,

the fear ebbs and flows

on the shores of Despair,

but it’s only a place

and I’m just visiting.

The Hangman’s moon

watches my every step.


Remember to keep breathing,

John, and let it all go.

Who knows what we’ll find

on the next shore.

I believe in the golden shores,

Golden Shores!,

to come.

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