DOLPHINS
I
am in full swing of things
yesterday
is a blank page
full
of intricate reasons
of
reasons unknown.
Love
is terrible in its waking
eyes
are moody and dreaming
you
want to eat them but you can't
you
are full of selfish longing
and
self-doubt
sixteen
men on a dead man's ship
nothing
is forced upon reckoning
things
force
us to surf on the edge of pain
drama
will take us out of the rain
broken
like a heated argument
broken
we weave and bend
as
time
is
won and tomorrow fades
the
dolphins jump and play
in
the ocean
the
dead sea
is
ripe with fish
the
fish are moving
swimming
through the trees
time
is like a folded flower
everything
is golden
things
are golden
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