like a piece of wood, drifting in the sea
floating on the surface, aimlessly
no purpose, no destination
just bobbing along, makes no difference.
monotonous, drab, apathetic.
wood soaked with water, sinking
down, down to the bottom
a bottom black as ink.
dark, cold, empty
better than drifting, maybe
slowly, buried by the sand
no longer matters
choked by the sand
Thursday, August 17, 2006
driftwood.
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