My mind is a dead fish
Over-power’d by the oil slick,
It cannot sink,
It cannot breathe,
It cannot be the prey
To the stifled bird in the bay.
My mind is the sea gull
Wiping off the ocean’s tears,
It cannot breathe,
It cannot sink
It cannot fly
To the stars in the sky. .
My mind is like the carcass
Dug out from the sand coffin,
It has stopped breathing,
It has stopped sinking
It is not dying
Like the mayfly under the spring.
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