carpe diem

waves & the physical

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so it begins;

"a cavern is no place for a flower,
for the dark does simply devour
any trace of innocence and
any glimpse of happiness."

i spring upon ears that do not open
ears that do not feel, only see
"explain," they beg, but how can I do what has already been done by so many of the greats before me?
i begin again;

"a bookshelf is simply a shelf
with no books inside of it,
so content makes the world go round,
for what can we learn from a simple shelf?"

they see the wood, they see the stain, they see the physical, I feel the pain
again I try to make them see, what they'd feel like if they were me;

"anxiety surpasses words.
it is the constant ship on a changing tide,
always leaning, but never tipping,
a fear that seems unjustified to them
until it finally flips, and all the crew sinks
down
down
down."

they will never see until it happens:
the awful
that moves inside of me,
for they embrace the ocean
and I fear the sea.

- ch