When I think of a passion fruit
The juices are powerful
Roiling outward through the cracks
In my concrete mind
You said they tasted bitter
But loved the taste of brine
You could live on the underside of the vessel
Your hair pulled by the tide
And as I sliced your father open
The sea was opened wide
Swallowed you whole
Wallow no more
You could never expect this
A shot, a duck, a miss
And as much as daring is charisma
Save me a ration when you get there
And as much as trying ends in dying
Save me the image of living
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