My thoughts betray me
and are numerous
like grains of salt in an ocean
It must be humorous
to those denizens of the sea
to see my little thoughts go
swimming further into the murky depths,
washed onto the shore by powerful tides.
I cannot contain my thoughts
they are scattered among the seaweed,
hidden among the coral reefs of my doubts.
My thoughts breathe brine-laced hope
into mermaid dreams and porpoise love.
My thoughts have escaped the hooks and lines
of many skilled fishermen. They have given
color to an, otherwise, colorless sea.
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