float

there’s a sunken mast on me,
I’m holding it across but the weight is nothing, I can float and die free,
Oh my lord, the sunken mast is on me, I’m in the ocean, the largest grave of all love devoted,
it’s too much, it was meant for life and now I’m drawing in experience,
ooog - last words - last words - hold me mum,
this is rust a captain, just alone at see,

but if you’re reading my message in a bottle, you are not free.