Lift up the living plastic edge of the sea
Molded like quicksilver on the beach
And peer underneath the throbbing surface waves
For the deeper stronger currents and eddies.
Same as with my living plastic heart.
Lift it and see the raw quivering bottom
Where pain settles like swirling silt
Under the roily salty waters
Of life as they move in flows of
Has-to-happen
To nourish other climes
that do not know the turbid waters
of my currents of pain.
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