at the center of the world
at the center of our reality
is all we have our thoughts
words like kayaks we paddle out on
close to the water like a sports car
let’s row out to that island of thinking
against the tide of the already-thought
the force of the dead waves
that drive hard upon us
so a note of terror is introduced
that we might not make it
that we certainly won’t make it
at which the heart just laughs and rows
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