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poetic tendrils

i essayed into,

to get inside,

but even if her

door was patina

my mind got

twisted like

a surreal dada

if only we can

announce the truth

but with my own

intuited version

i still could not

paint the wave

because, is it a noun

or verb of the ocean?

my stars denied

me; then and there,

just now, the hereness

forever and ever