Sunday, December 5, 2010

Ocean II

Ocean II

Joey Clutario

You

pull me

up at constant

highs, drowning

myself with your

pulling or pushing me

away to lifeless shores

where all is destroyed by me―

My serenity. Rotating around

each other―you and me

each pulling the other

towards itself. (You

attract every piece of

matter in me) Rigid.

You deform me

successfully.

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