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August 3, 2011
Mourning dew stretches the lawn
And I sit by the sandy beaches
Wondering: when will they understand?
I look towards the endless surf
Imagining a fogless bottom
And it travels
On the creature-filled floor
Without end
Whisking onwards past the luminous waves
Past colorful fish
Past emerald seaweed
Past fearsome monsters
Imagination creates
And it dawns:
They will never
As I sit by the timeless lake:
They will never





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