The legs and arms
Are not returned
To the sea,
They would be trees
If they could be returned
To the sea.
In these quantum afternoons
A sequel to the past
Is not always the future.
To appreciate
This,
Organize the self
Past immensity,
Into terror, into humility,
Then bring it back
In of breath
Here,
A rucksack sorrow
No bigger than a nutshell.
Wow! Really enjoyed reading this.
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Thanks Lucy!
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Wonderful. Very lucid and beautifully written.
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I’m glad you liked it. Your comments are always very much appreciated.
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Lovely one.. Keep writing!
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Thanks! I very much appreciate the comment.
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