Above All This.

I am above all this.
     Above the pens, above
The paper. Above every fucking
Thing but save for
     The fishes and the
Sigui masks. Mathematical perfected
     Tasks. I'm hushed and while
sleep chases me I'm softly treading
          To the sea,
     I let the lapping tide
persuade me and drift away to those
     Who made me.


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