8 Chubby Pockets / Everything Between and Surrounding / The Life of a Sailor

8 Chubby Pockets

At some point in time...

we decided to get lost

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Led North by an airplane,

our interpretation was direction

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and when we looked through the trees

it was either hard to tell—

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or impossible to admit.

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"Do you love me?"

"Yes, absolutely. Completely. Forever."

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...it was a gaze, actually.

That moment couldn't leave me;

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I nestled my fingers up through the strays on

the tallest point of your neck

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8 chubby pockets

had never been so full

Everything Between and Surrounding

Stuff we have and those we don't

lean on my perception

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They look to me in conversation; glances as

buoys in para-translation

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water dips and bobs in sonder rhythm

and all of a sudden chimes a chord

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[the chord]

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chance, maybe—autonomy, probably. play,

the instruments of reality

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What I can see, all I can transpose,

a line of best fit, hopefully, in harmony

The Life of a Sailor

It seems like the same lost soul of so many

years old still can't figure it out

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This is the new line |

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In a stream of consciousness

the boat ain't forever; and still, water

wanders beyond the horizon

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A new line today, that's all.

The life of a Sailor;