Thursday, July 16, 2015

6898. MY DISPLACEMENT

MY DISPLACEMENT
 Hot and heavy are some of these days, 
and my displacement is growing  -  upon
unsettled water, the boat plops the surface 
and pushes other water aside. What is it I 
am to do? Though it was dark, I look up and 
it's light  -  things change while I'm sorely
preoccupied here. How spinning is this spinning
world we live on? How is it I do not feel a thing?

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