It is possible to pause & think too much –
that much I know – having considered it
too many times / My craft is assembling
piles of undertakings & to inspect them /
Do you find your mind in such bunkers of
indifference? If so join me in my refuge –
below one last high tide / Hide your face
as our space fills with brine & our escape
is no longer probable / Swallow & depart
through that other passage – we can hide!

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