I want to walk near the sound of the incessant sea
Anxiously marking my numbered days
Constantly cataloguing each failure
Until the tide lovingly overcomes whatever is “me”
I want to withdraw into the folds of the mighty mountains
Aloofly defining the scale of my mortality
Towering over my feeble (human) attempts
Until gravity tenderly destroys whatever is “me”
I want to wander in the isolated endless desert
Abstaining from comment whatsoever
Declining even to recognize my desperation
Until time kindly puts an end to whatever is “me”
Nonetheless:
I am landlocked, far from the fretting sea
I am under siege, unable to flee even to the foothills
I am encompassed about by humanity, incapable of escape
I am still me
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