being probably myself
I have sacrificed sanity
and am actually more rational
than terrible
matter images itself if found
meaning is experience in segments
the breath of the sea
sometimes stops the water
the sun wants the surf visible to the world
silence cannot speak the dark sleep
we talk different syllables
from Patient Rains And Petals (1981)
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