One World to Go On

There are so many lost tickets
not all of them can be found

A strange seashell catches the eye,
is plucked from the sand

Think of how
we could change the laws
how desire could be modified
while still remaining endless

Think of that pressure in the pocket
once it is picked up

How we’ve been delivered by the sea
and everything else

happened upon,
then afterwards so tightly held

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