Perhaps i understand why i don't tie the anchor down properly and why i do little in life 'properly'. I do not accept how it works. i rebel against its rules and laws. i find them boring. I, the big Yo, have the idea life should be about playing, discovery, fun, about the things that I like. But Life has its own agenda. I tried to escape human rules but all i found was the same reflected in the waves and wind. nature fully begets culture. life hurtles forth and i am merely a tiny vessel in its eternal circulation. And the irony is, not only is life the same on the sea canvass, but escape from land or society is impossible. The cord might stretch a little but that is all. for richer and poorer till death do us part and maybe again. The next war, the next famine, the next child, the next storm, the next season. dreaming we go to sleep and dreaming we wake. Reason is too blind to see meaning to this. only silence suffices. Love aren't you tired yet.
sleep sleep
awaking
or still dreaming
breath is slow
eyelids heavy
where is home
sleep now
smell the past
scent son
of summers
at the shore
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