He said
there are
no ideas
but in
things.
As
I let the
water wash
over my feet,
I felt time
collapse with
the next wave
in the
distance.
A rhythm
posed as
memory,
hypnotizing,
lulling, until
my ideas
became nothing
but beads of
perspiration
on my back.
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This is incredible.
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