Something Strange

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My life- long waiting
for something tangible
seems to be a strange desire
to get deeper into the gut.
It all looked like the fresh
breeze coming
from some foreign shore,
overtaking me with the force
of a wind that never left.
It got to be so real
that it multiplied back
into some complex feeling,
like memory sailing on
water drops.
Images after images
just stumbled to settle
in their spaces,
when the bright decoding
comes at the far end
of the unfinished sky.