Washed Up

When you’re all washed up
I hope it’s on a shore
where you cease to be
but just enough

to float on the miracle of your breath
and warm sun’s sustenance

where the desire to leave marks
yields to experience.

Finding freedom from your terms,
reveals and confirms
all conceptions of beauty
were thought up in vain
in order to resist life
By making it that its name.

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