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