poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

whilst you were out the oceans of Fordlândia submerged the house, and my soul - the massive waters of some hope forgotten, where we first met engulfed in this liquid that has become us, I wondered if you could hear me breathing the expansive waves lapped at the walls, at the shores of my spirit, seducing, inviting me to drown. neighbours walked by, quizzically peering into a house filled with ocean, hurried along, nervous they too might be swallowed by the thunder of aquatic sentiment I sank to the bottom under the extraordinary weight reaching to you when the oceans finally retreated they left behind no vestige they had once been here, but for the sandiness of our grounds, and a slight scent of salt I wonder, my sweet, can you smell it? and does your heart float softly, bobbing up and down with the waves that filled this house? 6-X-2015
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