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We are not significantly
Different than starfish.
Basically besides development,
We’re emphatically
The same.

We swim in wind
And spin
With all five points into the blue.
And nothing’s new
And we’re not old
Under the sun.

When I die
I think I’d like to
Dry out on warm sand,
Then when as hard as bones,
On sea foam
Float away.


The doorjamb of utopia,

A knee scrape

Away from the deep end

Of the pool.

The great blue abyss

Turns cameras

Into philosophers,

Summing up the world

With a single click.