The Sea

I am removed; stolen
from a thought,
or a feeling,
I do not know
But on the ebb
of uncertainty,
I am guest, a passive cargo
and when the moon moves high in the night
and the stars follow closely behind
I come back to that thought,
that feeling,
that certainty,
as I stare into the waves
of littered stars

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