Walking away from the pier
I confront myself
and pass through
clear waters, muddy streets
mountainous memories
that I am unable to escape
caught in the shadow
of a living breathing behemoth
waves upon waves
thoughts are dancing spiders
trapped in silken luxury
of their own making
boiling water for tea
I rest my chin upon my chest
and wonder at the vastness
of the ocean
and, I am lost.
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