541. The Unconscious Sea

The wave, it washes o’er,

And pulls me out to sea,

Yet how can I swim away?

When the ocean is me?

I can not stop the flow,

Of thoughts through synapses;

Nor the depths therein which drown…

Moments in lapses…

…Of consciousness.

K. Aldaya, 5/20/21

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