behind the sea,
the eyes
you do not see,
the depth you cannot fathom,
the burden you can not bear -
sustaining understanding
of an instance so rare.
Chagrin.
To have found what was sought,
and for it not to be
the she
I'd expected.
Now pregnant with knowing, I
determinedly await her arrival.
Please,
meet me here in this void,
on this canvas of creation.
Admittedly, there may be no she;
still, that is the allure she has for me.
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