The open sea
in which we swim,
bodies submerged
loose-lipped,
immersed in
liquid air.
The speed of
thought floats - Maire Celeste-ial -
upon the swells,
from
shore to solid shores
piloted past
every port
dredging shallows,
a beach combing
scavenger,
a Crusoe of
the imagination,
a Survivor
of Big Brother,
an iceberg drifting in the stream.
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