The Black of My Mind
In the black of my mind,
I ride the waves and follow them
to the island in my hands.
An undercurrent, a melody of an unknown song,
an invisible rope pulling me along.
A shadow flutters and whispers,
guiding where to go,
telling me to follow
the unknown bluish glow.
Force taking grip, emerging from the sea,
A tidal wave waiting to rush into reality.
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