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beneath the stillness of my ocean, there are currents overwhelming, & it’s a gentle, persisent undertow - they pull me down. - I can not tell, at times, when the sea only whispers, those waves of wonder, I am all smiles on my vessel. - but lo! at times, I remove my hat, And without, I can see reflections, (refractions too!) of the sunlight, illuminating, the trenches & dark spots, the layers I seek not to swim, - it is there, where I search for a map, but there is no map, or guide of sorts, my ocean remains ever unknown it is there, where I float alone - they pull me down. - what is the worst; to know not your ship or self? I do not see either… I can only see the reflections - that truth is drowning me…. - I have made my boat bright, intertwining daises freckle the sides, but it is not me - & true! the piece will work but for how long? - I fear I have not made it strong. - still, I shall sit in it. it carries me well… I have made seat enough for two took the time to fill them up no! my boat is full… - I must make for you, a space! have my seat here… me, I shall lay on the floor! - yes, I like it better here… I can see only the sky… & for miles & miles, I will dream of, one day, sharing this view - & we won’t have to tell at times, what the undertows are murmuring - I will not listen; I will not let them pull me down
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 6:11 AM UTC
the pergatory of pisces
beneath the stillness of my ocean, there are currents overwhelming, & it’s a gentle, persisent undertow - they pull me down. - I can not tell, at times, when the sea only whispers, those waves of wonder, I am all smiles on my vessel. - but lo! at times, I remove my hat, And without, I can see reflections, (refractions too!) of the sunlight, illuminating, the trenches & dark spots, the layers I seek not to swim, - it is there, where I search for a map, but there is no map, or guide of sorts, my ocean remains ever unknown it is there, where I float alone - they pull me down. - what is the worst; to know not your ship or self? I do not see either… I can only see the reflections - that truth is drowning me…. - I have made my boat bright, intertwining daises freckle the sides, but it is not me - & true! the piece will work but for how long? - I fear I have not made it strong. - still, I shall sit in it. it carries me well… I have made seat enough for two took the time to fill them up no! my boat is full… - I must make for you, a space! have my seat here… me, I shall lay on the floor! - yes, I like it better here… I can see only the sky… & for miles & miles, I will dream of, one day, sharing this view - & we won’t have to tell at times, what the undertows are murmuring - I will not listen; I will not let them pull me down
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 6:11 AM UTC
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