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                                              this whale

                                              which brushed past me –
                                              as big as a neighbourhood
                                              impossibly swimming
                                              mysteriously swimming
                                              but swimming – its huge fin just
                                              touched me imperturbable the way things
                                              are done imperturbable the way things are

                                              I have tried to create things –
                                              magnificent and inexorable –
                                              but the whale is nothing
                                              and my creations are nothing but
                                              swirls and currents

                                              there never was a whale
                                              there never is myself

                                              hold
                                              look

                                              turn into the current
                                              recede and disappear

 

 

 

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acceptance wormhole: chartless …
being wormhole: ‘don’t …’
dancing wormhole: waltz
identity wormhole: meanwhile / this lost soul just / just keeps on living / day to day
life wormhole: tragedy