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Seesaw
When your foot descends
Into the hyper ocean shore
Your foot quivers with excitement
Kicking up moistured dust
On the ocean dance floor
You’re afraid to go further
Over the bouncy seesaw waves
You gather courage like acorns
Pointlessly collected
Why is what you ask?
Why go further?
You’re afraid to get wet
Afraid it is too cold
Or too aggressive
For your rancid bones
Beyond their expiration dates
Into beyond reality
Over reactions
Over thinkings
Over seesaw waves
