The View
Stephen Wack Lost far from shore along a feeling so pleasant, my heart lights the way with thoughts so florescent. With string and cinderblocks, I tie my feet with ‘she love-me-knots’, to walk the ocean bottom with new shoes of cement. A sun half-submerged in the Atlantic blue, drowns my fading memory in a once-radiant you. With the ocean as your body and your head in the clouds, I will swim for my life as to die with the view. As a plunging sun mimics your tired eyelids, —freckles as chemicals, moles as fishes and squids—, your beauty is enough to wave off to the world, and live forever as one on a boat off the grid. …Now with the sun fully-submerged in a night renewed, I shall drown my broken body in chase of the view. And as my last bubbles pop and my beating heart stops, my last words never heard will forever echo, “I love you.”
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