• sun sets and some fish swim here
    the dear mr phin is swimming near
    the blew from the sea is soft to the pores
    the gulls sing aloud the star spangled bores
    for this is a dream
    this is a promise
    the land of the free
    is nothing but problems



    utopia or metopia
    single nets cut from their owners
    syllable said so little through the corners
    what is the use of my mind if not to eat?
    the tide takes me back to all your fleets
    and your wars contaminate my dreams
    so little to do than to float around at sea?
    it looks like me but it has no pores
    it has eyes like a gull but much uglier
    the shape of the breast how useless it be
    for it is a creature with legs and no fins
    swimming not but surely floating
    down the corals and into unspoken
    clearly rubbish compared to the reef
    for it feeds them and sharks too or three
    shocking. silver is spewed from above the heavens
    so much rumbling and thundering, it must be god's.
    they have finally seen my brialliance and my mentality
    "oh look a starfish, i shall give it to my brother for his hospitality!"
    no
    leave me be
    no
    let me stay
    what are you doing?
    please go away
    i need my sea
    my beautiful sea
    for it is the remorse
    that is killing thee
    and not me
    not me
    not
    me


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