Everything needs to be

blocked out


all sounds that have

nothing to do with what’s

before me


others have their callings

places they worship

distant precipices

or deserts


but here

I am selfishly

willfully yielding

my attention


I am haunted by the

aroma and authority

the force lurking

below the surface


the ocean holds me,

its arms

its width and length

tempt me


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