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to take a stand
scores upon scores upon scores of people like ocean waves
have crested and fallen, broken, upon these shores
and still, in that surf I search and I search and I search,
heartbroken for meaning,
as if some tiny starfish is going to emerge gleaming miraculous
when I know there is only heaps of foam to wade through
there being no end to an ocean
but who else more equipped to love but an ocean?
its incessant beatings a true constant affection
there is solace in apathy
the waves only crashing angrily against ankles in defiance of
stability we find in sand’s wetness
because I know
and he knows
and maybe you know, that standing is relative,
and a wet ass ain’t nothing
when you’re crazy, when you’re crazy, you’re crazy.
Kafkaesque!
..except for those damn shades of optimism. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and chalk them up to the codeine.