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About This Poem
The Order of Pisces
His mind is still like a smooth, glassy pond
empty and silent in the eternal present
devoid of thought
devoid of emotion
Waves cradle and caress, soothing his restless soul
Mother Nature has found her lost child
Mother Nature is rocking her baby to sleep
The sea is calling
calling him home
home to his beginnings
home to his heart
to his roots, his core
to his origin...
He is enchanted by the waters
He needs, he craves the waters
He is the waters...
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