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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Holes Within The Holes (nautical in nature) A hole in the dark The ship sank apparently Unseen or something paused Passed briefly through a lightning strike Perhaps there was no ocean Or hole in the ocean worth noting Being it was dark No witnesses, no survivors No evidence between the flashes So what is there between the light Was there a floating box of dynamite A cannon sitting intransigent at sea Where a sun drenched sky was not Above, so clear the missing sky arrives Hangs out wireless above the awkward Over water, a soup made of smoke is fog Less tangible to the touch when landing soft Drowning becomes a mystery A blanket of saltwater, sprinkled with people Alive or not about a floating box perhaps Was this just a juxtaposition to the mist What can be said about a ship Drifting in and out of memory Underlying the surface stands a sandless beach Holding the ocean with a shore line incomplete In contemplation, in contempt of land and masses Cast out, stretched on a string to pull it all together Perhaps an evaporated puddle formed at first Or invisibility came to call before the birth of oceans Between the space that serves serenity or both A hole within a hole within a circle In the dark where circles form Where mushrooms have no names or rooms to call their own Because there are no places left to grow amazement on Worlds with no corners rotate through space They form smooth edges with opinions razor sharp Sink in the middle of the oceans agitation If only they were strong enough to lift the fog Into boxes safe and sound much larger than themselves Sandless beaches make good company For ships lost below the surface shallows Wondering how they got there in the first place Holes inside the holes inside the circles Sunk to the bottom fall about Deep in thought about tomorrow's questions Of holes inside the circles hollowed out
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