so the bends bring us back again   except for now we stand miles apart   both of us without just what we need   both turning to measures   that seem desperate   so freedom feels like a box   made of insurrected thoughts   so its back to the repetition that   once held me in its jaws   you seem to keep your wings tied on   mine have fallen far from the core   and it seems you are of the skies   and i dive deeper below   the surface flourescent   between your world and mine   i wish on every single   weightless hope   on every buoyant ambition that floats   over my head to high to pull me up   hanging around on your ledge   has left me airsick and wishful   to be back in my aqueous oblivion   where everything and you and me   are correlated