is the sea
of my imagination
you could almost say
the way I’m sitting
I’m upstaging the sea
and you’d be almost
right and not just
the sea but the whole
restlessness behind me
imagination is that powerful
or nothing isn’t it the way
it de-anthropomorphizes us
charming us to want
the opposites the hopeless
passion or the apathetic groan
the restless or the indifferent heart
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