The Flying Fish Used the Lustrous Scales, Made Me
Weighty; I was Still Thinking:
Should I, Let the Waves Die on the Beaches, or
Have you, Come Toward My Sharpened Knife?the fish leaping out of the oceans, photo from online…
It’s Truly, Contemplative, Eternity
And Instant, Which One is Longer?
Or, Which One’s Hidden? The Oysters and the Hibiscuses
The Pearl, the Moonlight, Which One is
More Extravagant? Brighter?
The Memories Felt So Unreal, Like I’m
Exaggerating! How Do I, Declare What Goes on in the World?
the ship used by natives to fish…photo from online…
The Promises Became Like the Casted Nets So False, Yet, Still
Carried the Need, to Cross the Galaxies, to Rearrange the Stars to Your Liking
How Do I Tell You My Location
So the Ships Will Understand that I’m Not
Like the Lighthouses that Glowed from the Shores
There’s, that sense of tired of being everything to someone, the burdens of being someone’s one and only from this, and, this, will become burdensome, if you allowed someone, to depend on you this much.