in
the
line
at
the
super-
market
eats
me up
from the inside until
I reach
the point
of
implosion
in the
attempt to fill in the gaps in life with consumer goods;
endlessly
straining towards
repletion.
Yet,
stolidly
implacable, the ships composedly queue
to fill
their bellies with coal,
with no
useless repining or unreasonable expectations;
floating
islands of peace,
unshakeable
against the assaulting surge of the sea.
(Cassy)
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