Zywa
No reason
Nothing important happened
today, we were Far Out
sitting on a beach terrace space
sun on me, wind on me, free
experiencing the world and myself
comprehending a gull, its attention
to fried fish, in the blink of an eye
feeling the somersault of the surfer
in the distance in my blood
breathing people in and out
cartwheels through my body
and windmills on the horizon
the moving and changing
in variations of the same, no reason
for sickening emotions
Could I have learned this sooner
could my brain have been different
or wouldn't I have been human then?
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