July 12

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poetry

another day
box-like in progression,

predictability,
oh inflexibility

of time–
I’d rather

an ocean I’d rather
that ocean sound

that imperfect rhythm
constant yet

somehow revelatory
I know the pilgrim

changes it’s not
the pilgrimage

per se
but things are always

more tolerable
somewhere else

 

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