Friday, March 4, 2011

2073. HOW IS IT I WAS FEELING YOUR ABUSE?

HOW IS IT I WAS
FEELING YOUR ABUSE?

There are certain varied things at every water's edge
that change and alter with the wind. The way the wide
tides rotate sideways before they shift, the swift and
reverse flow of water running out. Even the windmills,
catching the force of something unseen, now turn with
a frenzy. Perhaps, if all my friends were helicopter pilots,
helicopters and rotors and wind would be all I ever thought
about. But, as it is, none of them are, and I go on my singular
way without that thought. By the same token, though I
cannot walk on water, I am at least watching the sea.

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