The World Is Too Full to Talk About

I walked back to my room and fell asleep, that night I dreamt I had gone back to
school
the red sea was flooding the Arabian peninsula and students and teachers alike
were drowning,
along with chairs and books and lockers I was underwater
I had no more power than a table, under the sea we all were the same dying
breed
I push this power inside by body
this fantastic ability to suffer, but over and over I am reminded I am not angelic
and could not wish hard enough for an end to misery
(3)
It always hurts me to travel away from the sea
and every time I am faced with it, the sea speaks a feeling that sweeps me into
its great stomach
I remember again and again
No king is greater than the sea
my heart, in all its tyrannical agony is no larger than a fish.
whether or not I had ever loved you dissolves in the vastness of this cool and
enormous water, large enough to swallow the cadavers of every love I’ve had to
put to rest
(4)
You had come to my city some few years ago, we saw each other but I didn't
know it was you
If I showed you the contents of my heart, that it is stacked with images of the
suffering of the world
which I treat like my own poisoned blood, will you finally see me as one who is
willing to fight and be annihilated by your side for this thing larger than our
arbitrary coming to life?
you have torn apart all the roads which lead me to you and today I sit in my
home attempting to reshape my day which previously held little spots for you, a
daily road built to and from and around you, around your name, your voice,
your body leaning in a chair
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