Pass'If'Ick, At:Land:Ick
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Pass.if.ick
while listening to the Pacific
w)aether(, (woe)ter from eyes
pool into the soul
wanting to gush, saever--
to create a great divide
between memory and heart,
forcing to un-feel
in a dumb attempt
to plunder everything
into nothingness
[Pass all the what-Ifs,
realize the past.Icks]
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At.Land.Ick
While listening to the Atlantic,
the wind mixes with the waves
moon realizing the gravity
strumming,
then pinning down the heartekestrings
allowing only
the silence of apprehension and suspense
to vibrate
moved, yet at the same time unmoving
refusing to turn, to arrive
and reach land
left only
with the sensation of f.low.ting
feelings.ick
[At land, tick
tick--- tick- - -]
1189102015
thank you, thank you..... sleeping at last
Copyright © Kabuteng P.Ink K. | Year Posted 2015
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