relentless alternation
lost in the crowd
I am afloat in a nameless sea
the lesser part of a wave
reaching for an orangish moon
nobody sees me
as I weave & bob & jettison
sinking & resurfacing time & again
as if manipulated by a line
the cycle is unbeaten
at will forces catching & releasing
faces becoming whitecaps
rolling forward & diving deep
november two thousand twenty-two
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jdubqca 
♥️ the imagery ✨️
seems to be deep.
“as I weave & bob & jettison
sinking & resurfacing time & again
as if manipulated by a line”
Your voice always sounds as if you’re telling a part of a story, like the narrator with sublimish/metaphoric tales but in a poetic way. It is always great listening 🙂
Really feeling these lines “sinking & resurfacing time & again
as if manipulated by a line”
thank you very much LaToya