Joy Pressing

There is no truth to what I’m saying, no pegs
To hang your coat on.

If you wish for a hat rack, somewhere to lay you head,
You’ll find no sympathy here.

Only an obscure joy
Pressing its fins
Against the sea of yourself
With nothing to lose`

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