lost at c

Somehow I am drifting,
lost at c

Even awake I am
unsure who to b.

The ocean all around me, like
a band out of tune

I call for the rhythm
but everything is blue.

When the days are hot
a summerhaze

the sun a scorching melody
the silver c ablaze

I find myself moving
toward the place

where the mirror of
the c meets the sky

When everything is a storm
of emotions and thunder

I tend to improvise
and people wonder why.


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