unkind impulses physical dislocation
compromised by polite society
the bigger fish swim at higher depths
the random seas rage on
in the flow i go where i am not needed
swept past islands of sanctuary
too old for these altitudes
can’t take the beat anymore
there needs to be less of me
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I love this. It speaks to me and I feel a deep understanding, visceral and visual. The last two lines are actually sinking down to the bottom.
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Not sure what it means but I like the word construction and imagery.
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