tread along the shores
of the sea
feel the sand and the pebbles
try sitting down all
these things in your
mind and find a way to look
towards the horizons as
the planets align today
without your knowing trying
to save you from this mess.
hold a handful of sand
pick each color of the pebbles
bring them back to the home
of your past: variations,
a break from the chain
an irregularly shaped one
along the line of an absurdity
a deviant line has a reason
during the storm a ship has
to anchor where it is not
used to be, an accepted route
find a reason between the
uniformity of the sands and
the breaking streaks among
the myriad colors of the pebbles.
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