The ocean is big,
Pulls me where I want to go
And back away, flailing antagonism,
Like jelly-fish spawn.
The ocean is deep,
Octopi firing black smoke
Around my memory, my impetus,
To the formless winds of a cool day
The soothing currents of water
The lassitude of after art, after love
Body in a moment, empty
Rocking forward and back
Silent in lullaby
Like all those beaches as they pull me back
Where the ocean is big, and deep, and never-ending.
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