The bespectacled man is wary of the movement
By way of those practised reactions
That comprise the core of self-definition
Limbs are lost when the tooth aches
Infected with the distaste
He feels for the moment
Out in the breeze all is peculiar
Blooming with the sun
Bending with the splashing
Shores long gone he floats
So far from his mind
Homeless with the tides of fate
Was it supposed to be this perfect
A gull poses the question
Soaring above his weightless head
He knows of need
Utility cruises with the thirst
Channelling all the fear atop the bulbous current
Almost free
Perhaps there is unabashed beauty
In the seconds of the light
With his newfound jewelers focus
The cerebral boat dissipates with the midday heat
Leaving him to bob the waves.
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