below the surface
at ease
in my loneliness
my recent thoughts
are like deep cuts
from prior lives
bubbling to the surface
like oil at the bottom of a well
that had long run dry
where these things
take me
is strange & familiar
not defined by
land or air or sea
but rather a sixth sense
that I am unable to describe
using mere words
october two thousand twenty-four
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