Days have gone by when I ceased to hear the ocean,
And somehow I thought I was okay with that.
It was the sea the had echoed every single emotion,
And the air that had brought it back.
You have to understand we live an Ecclesian world.
Here, the future is this type of governance.
Here, the walls have disappearing angles - they’re curled,
Here, things exist in more than one instance.
Consequently, I thought Maria would keep us safe,
But Nemo is surrounded by water.
Evidently, I still can hear past the border raphe.
But lies I’ve absorbed from the augur.
   Why still do we hear what’s best for us?
   Why still do we choose to give our trust?

Published October 17, 2020
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