a hair on my bathtub draws the figure eight
which even an ignoramus like me knows is the infinite
at the beach look up at the sky
some soft brushes of white turn blue even bluer
the nice blonde girl smiling at me is perfect
as perfect as the shells the tides forgot are
circumstances are always shifting
and this gentle sea one day will reclaim us,
thrown against hard rocks
worthless is our body
yet now I let go and smile
satisfied by sea and sky.
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A moment, and infinity, right here. Nice. And the image is wonderful with it.
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