Oil Spill

 

Because stillness is too stale  To be fresh,Find peace by the waterAnd bring your own ripples Pollute the silence with the stenchOf your meaningAnd burn bridges where they’ve never been built No blueprints to confine youWith boundaries and dimensionsJust youYour handAnd fixed silenceReady to be broken with the soundOf waves crashing against shoresBlackened and brilliant,With being Spilling out into a seaToo past to be presentWhere ‘was’ needs to be ‘is’Because tense is stressedOverworked and underpaidIn search for a replacement, You So touch your reflection,Teach it to misbehaveTo rebel against the stillnessAnd make motionWhere it’s comfortableTo stand calm

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