To You, From the Sea

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Recognize the contradictions
insufficient works of fiction
have no use here, on our way

to the sea where missing mothers go
after action
satisfaction
never guaranteed

(inhale, exhale)

we planted seeds of paradox
among the weeds and jagged rocks
what grew despite our inattention?

not the universal dreams of man
to be the one who has the plan
and bore us all with condescension

deny the price of paradise
and you’ll see what we’re made of

 

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