A Senser Sensing
perceiving thinking desiring feeling
Tuesday, 22 September 2020
Nobody heard him,
the dead man,
But still he lay moaning.
I was much further out than you thought,
and not waving but drowning.
I was much too far out all my life,
And not waving but drowning.
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