here is there is an
everywhere an ocean
of solitude (we must learn
to swim before we speak
stroke after stroke in ancient
moats one step ahead of the boats
that float upon the rippled surface
paddling over darkened depths)
that runs on like sentences
over the horizon without parole
not a cloud in sight
in the sky in your eyes
the stroke promoting the hour
as days pass rifts dissolve
(into furlongs i can't fathom)
like a raft on the sea set adrift.
Sunday, March 4, 2007
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