must be different from pearl diving -
treasures of the sea and of land
are not meant for stateless exiles
forced to trade deathly oblivions.
Meanwhile, who is gathering oysters?
You have heard stories in sleepy hollows
of experience - and drowned in dreams
that have woken you - dankly, gasping -
into the darkness you sought to escape.
Tell me, how fast does light travel?
Always the blue pill. Though in the story
You chose the red one. Somewhere between
This storied life and this lifed story, the world
turns to a second coming in a purple haze.
But then, where are all the children?
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