Micah, your pens are like lensesnNatalja, your hands are like birdsnJustin, your songs are like drowning, then breathing,nlike speech before wordsnnI could be in a primordial sea,ngrowing legs were my fins used to be,nwith you the brew that my new cells use like gluenWe all need a bigger hand to hold ontonnWe see the transparent visionnWe feel the transparent formnWe breathe before our mouths opennWe spoke before we were bornnnBecause we were there when the first big hole did tear,npoints ascribed to what once was nowherenSo we will make, we will mend more than we breaknbecause we rememember being flotsam in the wake.