oceanfloorWords come unbidden
Like waterfalls
Cascading down
Tendrils snaking
Into the shallows
Sifting the shifting sands
Stirring them smooth
Soft as straight lines
Irony in their edges
Twisting together
In episodic phrases
Washed clean
Hung out to dry
Where others come to stare
To suss out meaning
Where none exists
Conscious judges
With fairy tale lives
But no happy endings
Only words in the spaces
Where no words should be
At the bottom of the sea.


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