There is no ocean here
to tell me what to do.
Time unwraps something
with its hands. I stretch
my arm through a month
to find tomorrow. Water
or not, that is always the way.
I am here to obey.
5 August 2020
There is no ocean here
to tell me what to do.
Time unwraps something
with its hands. I stretch
my arm through a month
to find tomorrow. Water
or not, that is always the way.
I am here to obey.
5 August 2020
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