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December 16, 2002
I ambled along the foamy beach past midnight
On a slow salty evening.
Wishing for the many colored essences of cinnamon buns, thick with cream,
And steamy hot.
When, without warning, I happened upon a wretched, washed up creature of Earth. It was long dead, as any man would attest, and yet it SPOKE to me with such intensity that… that…I'm sorry there are no adequate words to explain…

So then…

Let us pray:

Jellyfish
sing to me
sing to me of
drifting
and
silence
let me know, finally,
which is worse;
the mindless journey, or
the inevitable sandy destination?