Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Ocean by Joey Clutario

Ocean

by Joey Clutario


And though I know

there are many likes of you

I choose you─

among clear waters;

still they run into you.

You run over me─

yes,

I. You lick my dryness

with one cosmic blow.

You run into me

and I am left with salt

and nothingness but your salinity.

You come and go.

Come and go.

And though I know we’re

together, we are separate.

Though I know

You are water.

You are only salt.

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