Sea Level Aspirations

Good morning sunset
And the pond springs to life
But we are not whole yet
For lack of a wife
And we die and we rot
And we are born again new
All of the things that were not
With the promise of you
Sea level aspirations
On the wet tile floor
Bandaged condemnations
From the day before
These scars are beauty marks
Reinventing self
We smile in the dark
And revel in my wealth
I can’t fly all of the time
But above those clouds there’s sunshine
I can’t fly, but I can dance
And I believe that is a good sign

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