Different and evading
I look at the sea that responds to my thoughts
And see mysterious clouds arising
A purple painted fingernail comes out
To point
At a candle holder
On a table with an unkempt tablecloth
It all feels like flying uncertainties to me
And like apparitions of old thoughts
Including the repetition of the idea of a hole in a thing
I eat my Sunny-side-up
But it is different
And evading.
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