Since the very beginning of time
The animals have gone two-by-two –
But what would happen, brother mine,
If a third appeared between me and you?
Would bears one and two be pushed aside,
Both fall into the watery depths?
Or would both bears, blood bound, allied,
Instead opt to dive with no chance of breath?
It has been said that bear number three
Is foremost enough to rid our prints from the sand.
So, dear reader, my brother and me
Restlessly sink to the bottom, hand in hand.
We wait overwrought to be rescued from there,
Our cavernous pockets filled with fears like rocks.
The ascendents are immersed in this new bear
So we lay forgotten, subdued by the clocks.