the ships passing bysense turbulence beneathbut sail over itit’s not a tsunami anyway the turmoil insidethreatens to rip identityin shredstill recognition cries foulI’m not schizophrenic anyway Words struggle withmarketabilityto invent a labeleasily comprehensibleby thosewho wouldchoose to ignoreWhy bother anyway? Weekend Writing Prompt #348
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