You're outta here, Joe!

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your speech

uneven as the tide we ride upon

halting and dropping

sometimes you're there

and sometimes you're not

the ride is precarious

and leaves me too exposed

within the bow of your arms

i turn to the sea

to find an ocean

full of holes.