these waves do not care;
don't care for any man or woman
passing weakly by on the shore:
they have run past for a thousand lifetimes,
and will still do so,
through all of our little dramas,
our Most Important traumas;
the tides will move on,
to such inconsequence
upon which we put so much
we, for all our hopes and intentions,
are simply not much at all:
neither the answer nor the call;
and the tides move on.
February 22, 2009.
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