Tuesday, June 25, 2024


You’ve got to admit you most
Crave what what Gogou most dreaded—

Locking myself in the room
gazing at the sea
and forgetting

But it’s too late for that now.
There’ll be no room with a view

Of the sea and forgetting.
There’ll be pain medication

And maybe a big window
Allowing natural light

That you no longer notice.
Something like that, most likely.

To have had a bright corner,
Safe, quiet, and dry, to watch

Something not being human,
Not needing to be human,

Until you forgot being
Human, yes, that would have been

Something like the word, poet,
But honestly, how many

Poets of the sea but not
Humanity have you seen?

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