a quiet mind finds each sound amplified

A busy mind finds each sound a roar

I am an ocean ever forgiving my current heedless of my ebb and flow

I follow the moon finding the night a reprieve
From the gulls endless warnings

Ceasing to believe their ideology

Scattered yelling at the wind

I roar


Here me and see me and stand at my edge

You know you are me. All definition is finite. Is a neuron dividing what isn’t
Is a voice describing a view

when you are the view you put away the book carefully in hollowed out sandstone

By the shore

To slowly rot and dry and mildew and make my words true.

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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