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The sea drags
me along and I
go;
The sea pulls,
land holds
back.
What is there
in the air?
Booze or
something like
that?
Drives you
mad, gets you
drunk.
It's all lies,
I know;
It's a lie
that I'm a
barge or a
boat;
The coolness
of water in my
ribs,
The wind
humming
through the
loops,
The engine
whirring for
weeks on end -
All lies.
And yet,
Some lovely
days,
I can live in
the joy of the
blue,
Floating like
a watermelon
rind
Like the
shadow of a
tree over the
sky,
Like the haze
that engulfs
the plums at
dawn,
Like the haze,
the fog, love
and fragrance.
Neither paper
will suffice
nor pen
For me to
imagine myself
happy.
All this is,
well,
claptrap.
I am neither
barge nor
boat.
I should be
somewhere
else,
At a much
different
place,
Neither like a
watermelon
rind
Nor light nor
fog nor
haze...
But like a
human being.
