Garbled messages spray into my mind,
scattered fragments of thought waves that
break on the shore of my consciousness,
sending a spume of suppositions inland.
This beach dweller knows full well that
true ideas from the deep exist, and close
at hand: but as soon as they threaten to
make themselves known, they’re obliterated
and recede. In the shires and dales, life is
undisturbed by this notion of a sentient ocean;
but my coastal regions are too close to the
depths of Life to remain in peaceful disregard.


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