Stop laughing!
My placid surface
hides ferment, turmoil,
and an unseen volcanism -
believe me.
It's okay.
I too like safety
atop the sea waves.
It takes much courage to be
Jacques Cousteau.
you spill into my life
i flood into yours
cool water
and
occasionally warm
h2o
waiting for a shower
to cleanse the days'
digressions
to build last nights'
feelings of bondage
away
as the new emotions
come to shore
singing
dancing
moving
through this life
as i sit on Einstein
and his voice is muffled
did i say an overboard
statement
whilst
waiting for fruit
and waffles
waiting for lovely human
contact
had someone said
"it's o.k."
well,
i heard that part
so,
i just move like a piece
of energy
and i
just move like a piece of
everybody
that moves in times of volcanism
and new turf
despite the fact that
we hear our ears
found by the day dreamers
of looking glass
persuasion
always
looking for the new thought
through microscopic eyes
hitting
the ground running
and spinning out
360
i personally enjoy
180
-
it makes me react
it makes
the dreams start
to love
and react
finally
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