Wednesday, April 3, 2013

//A POEM//

//WHAT WE KNOW//


I always want to write about my shoulders,
because they hold so much and I've been
so careful to give them all the weight they can
bear.
I'm never without the cool heaviness
that gives me so much breath.
Ahh-in and out- never shallow but so
deep as the ocean's floors we know nothing
about.
Boy, do I have stories.
Indecent stories about a lot of things I should
know nothing about.
We should know nothing about the ocean's floor.
Let's keep it a mystery, because once all those
creatures are known, then, only then will the
ocean become a shallow pool.

It's reflection only as deep as our
fingers can disturb.











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