the thought is still there
stuck in the mind behind
the eyes causing a bit of a pain
something that cannot be erased
etched in as if onto a stone
only the sea can smooth
the stone the mind becomes
that stone that the sea might
never reach far from
the high water mark
receding a bit too low
can’t taste the cool yet
almost drowning in a dream
a thought living it long enough
to know the reality waves
as they crash and the tower falls…
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