this is how we end it.
Here they are at the edge of open water.
How often are we so close to oblivion?
Would we know it if we were?
Infinity hovering over our tiny futures.
I imagine, looking at this card, that right
after the picture was taken, they all turned
and dove into the waves.
They just kept swimming until no one could hear them.
They left their clothes on the shore, along with their words.
The went on secretly
to break all records for long-distance breast stroke,
knowing beyond was worth everything they had.