Fisherman’s Tale

Here man sails.
I reside at the coast,
a watcher,
a former roamer.

The breath of mother diminished me,
presumably man’s sigh.

Sea-dwellers leave their post.
I trickle along the waves,
eyes darted at me, none I can actually see.
heat consumes me.

Too repressed my insecurities are,
no honest though focused,
I project my internal projection.
Ideas afloat,
aid me back to the waterfront.

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