I wanted the boundless sea
Because it was boundless and I always thought the boundless was me.
My breaths go on forever, I always need another one.
I’m unlimited, more unlimited than the sun,
Because every moment I need a new breath, and every day I feed,
And in my brain are infinite memories—and every day I need
To use my infinite mind
To be infinite. Reasonable. Patient. Kind.
A minute in a day has more infinity tucked inside
And inside that infinity I infinitely reside.
I wanted the boundless sea
Because I always thought the boundlessness was me.
I knew that limit was the thing we couldn’t see
And what we couldn’t know was one. Two. Three.
And good things were impossible: Love. Honesty.
Sometimes we reside somewhat comfortably in this or that belief
But joking, or annoyed, we submit to existence, that random thief.
And you can’t tell anyone what you really believe.
Your love and your art were wrong because you didn’t deceive.
