My thoughts like a ship
in the depth of the ocean float,
inhaled into its power and beauty
on the surface of the lonely voyage
I go, I sail, I reach
and just for once inhale the wholesomeness
of its contents
for the first time
my thoughts hand touches
in fullness
to feel contentment
I can't swim like the fish on the
endless breath of gentleness and harshness
mysticism and grace
on its velvety touch
for my mind embraced
in this delicacy
becomes the body and soul
of the untitled search
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