Haiku #174 – #177


I was imprisoned
By my own thinking.
My thoughts, the bars.


My attachment to the sea
Was too strong. It was false.
The sea and fisheries were wrong.

Why are we drawn to it?
The object. The waves.
Why are we drawn.

I hear the waves of space.
I hear the ground.
I must, must speak out.

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