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the unseen

blood drips
from the gashes
in his head
standing at the
oceans shore
skips his ears
one
two
three
four
five
bounces
they sink below
the surface
a mackeral has a meal
lying down
beside the surf
lets the tide
tickle his feet
gulls take notice
of his lonely plight
pecking eyeballs
from their sockets
he's amazed
at the beauty
in this darkness
seeing the world
clearly
for the first time
he stumbles
blindly into the waves
laughing at insanity