Drift Would

And I
As though a tree
Bobbing up
Wet through
Not quite afloat
H2O held together
By power of will
And force of life
Some distant version
Of a self
I used to see in the mirror
Before sleeping to work
Not quite knowable
Through eyes
That no longer see
Things that used to be seen
That Universe
Is beyond reach
Like a log
Floating along
The North West Pacific Coast
Not quite landing
On some beautiful beach
With only seals and elks
For company
And the sound of lovers


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Initiated Man
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