As part of the sea I do flow,
Farther from land that I don’t know,
Cast upon the waves were my ashes,
Back on the beach the waves are loud crashes…
The ocean is supported by falling rain,
Kept clean of soot by wind driven spray,
Therein I do live, my insanity does reign,
My life ungratifying amidst the eel of moray…
Lost within a lack of sanity,
Hiding in the sea, concealing my vanity,
I refuse to submit to life’s profanity,
Living further within general inhumanity…
© ed ~ 2/22/11
Anna
It's from not listening to your wise old brothers Edvard and Pee Wee when you were a kid. (At least that's what dear old Ma says.)
Al
Peace
Tony
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