I’m limited to you -
a lake you pass by
and absent-minded,
throw pebbles at.
You do not care
for the momentary ripples
they create -
you think they’d rob me,
expanding my dimensions.
Yet within the nebulous
you hunt yourself.
a lake you pass by
and absent-minded,
throw pebbles at.
You do not care
for the momentary ripples
they create -
you think they’d rob me,
expanding my dimensions.
Yet within the nebulous
you hunt yourself.
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