beneath the stillness of my ocean,
there are currents overwhelming,
& it’s a gentle, persisent undertow
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they pull me down.
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I can not tell, at times,
when the sea only whispers,
those waves of wonder,
I am all smiles on my vessel.
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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,
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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
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they pull me down.
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what is the worst; to know not
your ship or self?
I do not see either…
I can only see the reflections
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that truth is drowning me….
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I have made my boat bright,
intertwining daises freckle
the sides, but it is not me
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& true! the piece will work
but for how long?
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I fear I have not made it strong.
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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…
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I must make for you, a space!
have my seat here…
me, I shall lay on the floor!
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yes, I like it better here…
I can see only the sky…
& for miles & miles, I will
dream of, one day, sharing this view
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& we won’t have to tell at times,
what the undertows are murmuring
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I will not listen;
I will not let them pull me down