Books tell you about markers, doors, pieces of floating plastic,
At best, they tell you about other people’s buoys,
they never tell you about your own buoy,
This will be accessible by swimming alone, at night,
crossing the despair of a sea that has forgotten you.
©FJ April 2025
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Excellent! Very true!
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Thanks for reading this
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You’re welcome! Glad I did.
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The sea of eternity within oneself?
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