The Floating Face
The blur of the sea
has settled in the corners of my eyes
The flimsy homes that swayed on its waves
The light it rejected back to the world
Amongst shells, stones and silhouettes
of things I would never know the names of
There was a face, settled on the water
Calmly moving with the rhythm of the beast
That face also stays in my eyes
It projects on the letters I read
The books I open
The hazy windows I stand by
I rub my eyes
The face cracks; slowly becomes whole
A new expression appears
I am used to its yellow smile
Today, he is angry, (I think)
I imagine his body, pacing in rage
And for the first time, I recognise
— the sea, the homes, the lights,
the people that walk on sand
I know the rocks settled at the bottom of the sea
I know the ending of every book I ever opened
I know, this face, the story that I brought home from the sea
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