brittle bones or
broken hips;
Just calicfy,
osteo-cement,
to boats and
whales and
travel the world
while standing still,
unwavering, unmoving.
Never know their
adventure.
Yet, some stick to
docks and rocks
and settle in
idle stagnation,
Never knowing the
difference.
The illusion of
solitude and limits,
ignorance of feeling,
bound by view
a vast ocean before
us both.
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