Ocellus
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Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Everything Seen
Awash in the day
I rub my eyes against the sting
The salty spray
Wagging tongues
And tears
I hold my breath when I can
When I have to
As to not have my lungs
Fill with liquid
Disdain
Something brushes my leg
Wakes me up
I am not alone in the murky wake
I am not sure
If this comforts me or not
I look at those above me
Only in relation to the world
I do not envy them
Nor do I despise
I am simply in awe
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