Untitled, original poem #79

can only be moved 
 on the surface
so many
 of these earth-clod gods

i can not swim their current
 and stay the course myself
my waters and my world

can't speak and swim
and there's nothing left to say

how will i know the one
no
i should have never come



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Author: Transdimensional Poet

Poet, Transdimensional explorer, fisherman.

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