174.
I was imprisoned
By my own thinking.
My thoughts, the bars.
175.
My attachment to the sea
Was too strong. It was false.
The sea and fisheries were wrong.
176.
Why are we drawn to it?
The object. The waves.
Why are we drawn.
177.
I hear the waves of space.
I hear the ground.
I must, must speak out.
167.
The slug king
Is calling a meeting
Of clouds, had me expelled.
168.
And has me surrounded now,
Sulking despite my capture;
I had poured water into the rain.
169.
We have such inherent systems,
Such terms in time and space;
All witness to a great wastage.
170.
Do not suffer the illusion
That within a mirror
There lies one’s own reflection.
171.
Whose dream do I reside in?
I could not fathom or intuit
Its fallacies, false logics.
172.
I have seen whole people with
No self value,
Who valued anything else
173.
With less worth,
To no profit at all,
But the end of an existence.
165.
Days fall into days,
A machinery
Of unending dreams.
166.
Spires, like pinpricks
Within the sky.
Emptiness, you and I.
The weight of a watch,
The weight of a tie,
Modern stones for Virginia’s eye.
162.
Spring’s ripple effect,
A plastic cap sticks in the throat
Of a gull shaped like an ocean goat.
163.
The tense jerk of a bird’s head,
It’s movements learnt through millenia
Now approaching the bread.
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