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Once upon a notion,
I warred,
against, an Ocean,
of uncried tears.

They coalesced,
on the battlefield,
of my Soul,
rigid, reticulated,
frozen.

I gunned down,
the last of the emotion,
with, shattered shells,
of me, broken,
cannons fired,
on fears,
at my behest,
a forked feeling,
on every axed pole,
insides, ended,
by implosion.

The waves, of,
my innermost,
sanctum,
are consumed,
like Whales,
swallowing Plankton.

I’m left, just,
about,
alright,
alive,
trapped,
between,
the deep,
blue teeth.

All remedies,
are, corked,
and, I sank them,
the puddled spite,
serves as,
memorandum.

The unsurfaced truth,
is, what, lies beneath.

I am an inky blot,
a hydro-error,
an oxy-thief.

A misshapen,
lost sole, a forgotten footprint,
on the Seas.

Ego Oceanum sum.
Ego naufragus sum.
In aeternum;
erratum.

© poormansdreams

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