Back to nought, an empty barrel for a frame
an additive identity for a familar existence
drifting aimlessly in the maddening sea
on a shore that waves lonely a dance back and forth
with a disparaging sequestration, a stumbling knot of nobody
if only zero plus something equaled an upheaval from the
nothing not, a step from annihilation, a small remedy for the forlorn past.
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COCOYEA 
Such a deep tone of isolation in this poem…one feels caught up and at the mercy of life’s waves…well rendered in your words.
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oh man, that is a beautiful raw incantation… i see u at the sea tossing the negativity and flyin away on the wind… the best that comfort can supply to you…
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this hurts to read; did it hurt to say?
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