i stand up on this plank that stretches across this sea and i
face : the death : of me
and, in this shallowed breathing, i see who i am and how i am
as i push her down, entirely.
in suffocation, she writhes and twists and screams,
not wanting to let go of me
but who she is is no longer me and so i must allow her to end completely.
i watch as she yells at me to free her
she does not want to be lieve that this is it..
but, there is no thing left. there is no thing left...
i could live for ever in this place
of who i've been , of where i've been ,
but, i know those cycles, and i can not perpetuate them.
so, i say good bye,
as i cry, as i die,
in this sea that was
my beginning.
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