an ocean of thoughts
to approach the sea
is to see all the disarrangements
of danger
the venom beneath the smiles
all at the basest level
the primordial fear wrapped
in the words caverned there
with the salt that triggers the cellular functions
the flare of a moon’s trail across
the gulf between being and not
is cold you see
bone cold
in that disarrangement of survival
the attainment of that potential
time and again the atavistic hormones
surge with the sea although itself lifeless
but filled with life’s adaptations
judge
the rip tide
the storm surge
the waves imbroglio
we put a name to
a personality a gender
yet all the while it is but saline
salinity almost the anagram of insanity
that bids one talk to it
or grudgingly
swim in it
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