“They cut my arms off and told me to swim Now I’m sinking in the depths of an ocean thousands of miles from home It’s dark and my mind is getting hazy I wake up on an island, washed up on the shore This man stands over me and I ask him how I got here, out of the water “You swam,” he says Then he was gone Then I was gone Then I was home” PhilosophyPoetryPoemPhilosophicalIsland Book:September Was Yellow Flowers Source: September Was Yellow Flowers