the island sleeps within us
within the sea of our lives
and we’ve never been there
though we’re all around it
in the same exact way
we’ve never been in our hearts
and we’re out of our minds
so much of the time
but the island is beautiful
and filled with talking birds
who all tell tales
of yet another island
that’s even more beautiful
and has even more birds
and that lies even deeper
in the marrow of our bones
where the ocean slowly
lashes the sandy beaches
where we live forever
until we die
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