So many people
coming and going.
It looks like we have busy lives.
Ha,
I laugh in their faces.
Beyond the meniscus
the sea is still
quieter than most would allow,
But that's just it,
I am not most.
For every though I own
is like the quiet sea teaming with life.
I may be still,
But I am the quiet observer of the air.
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