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tis one of the more recent poems i wrote...i went to the feeder port just to write this....it was a great day.. the sea was inviting, the sun was well, sunny...

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May 6, 2007
4.20pm/Galas feeder port

searching
spotting
musing
pointing
crawling
I spin around in a carousel
looking for answers
hoping that in its random
ephemeral halts
I could for one instant
catch a glimpse of that door.
high and low
dim and bright
my soul rides in a coaster
rocked by tides and waves
and utter dehydration
of the sea.
it sails on clouds
of cotton and linen white
and falls down like parachutes
to bottomless glass
of hollow air
and fat dreams.
it turns in innumerable cycles
but somehow never
in full circles.
falling still.
gravitating to the center.
will this carousel cruise
ever end?