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rabid reader
07-13-2007, 01:02 PM
Alone, in the washing waves.
Silence in the deep blue seas.
Body becomes nature’s slave.
Lonely- my body grieves.

Ocean’s souls drive deep, my mind.
Filling it as an abscess of reason.
Pushing away all my kind.
Madness sets, as the mind’s treason.

When they mix, in the ocean’s stew.
The body will hate its intellect.
It will prepare a toxic brew
The mind made unhappy, by the body’s select.

The punishment for a swim
Often forgotten among the jealous
The idolize their soaked kin
But turn on them when thought zealous.

The drunkard’s dream of unreason
Seems to feed the souls of dreamers-who
Immortalized in the ocean’s treason
Their tormented minds, are made to stew.