used to be plain
understandable instructions
like a manual
of what to do
when the times get rough
or when so in love
and you like it
others say it is so obvious
and to the taste
buds, numbing and to the
nerves so boring
and then time has a way of
feeding you
its evolutionary coping up
mechanisms
from a mole you
turn things into a hill
a tadpole to a whale
a breeze to
a storm
no rules now
no guides to follow suit
just plain
rambling like a boat tossed
by the stormy sea
and deep down under
the sea
this sinking comes like
a true
phenomenon
corrals and fish and
electric eels
and ocean floors
mermaids dance
and some Britons
a Triton
a palace under the
sea
Atlantis reborn
now, it is you so different
and yet so equipped
and so misunderstood
like a river without banks.
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