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/a> </div><div id="66d4" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/feed-our-tiny-friends-9dd75b008f7d"> <div> <div> <h2>Feed Our Tiny Friends</h2> <div><h3>The symbiotic relationship with our bacteria masters.</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*5DC0WcP2ks2S_JWF)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><h2 id="0920">Christopher Madsen, author of the Limerick books:</h2><p id="7b70"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Ice-Cream-Breakfast-Mondays-Collection/dp/B08MGSZ2LP/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&amp;keywords=christopher+madsen&amp;qid=1630859222&amp;sr=8-1">Ice Cream for Breakfast on Mondays</a> and <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Tacos-Brunch-Tuesdays-limericks-pantoums/dp/B08P4BH3SY/ref=sr_1_6?dchild=1&amp;keywords=christopher+madsen&amp;qid=1630859222&amp;sr=8-6">Tacos for Brunch on Tuesdays</a></p></article></body>

Lost in the Ocean

Choices faced each day result from a death or a life.

Photo by Silas Baisch on Unsplash

I’m caught in between. My realities projections, floating in water.

I fly in the dream. Above electric mountains, folding under sky.

I am suspended. Alone, separate from breath, living in my mind.

Infinite choices, possible worlds to explore, I glide in the dark.

Break to the surface, breathing life’s connected cord. I am joined again.

Stay in the darkness. Inhaling dreams of my death. I drift to the floor.

Endless decisions, controlled possibilities, lost in our ocean.

copyright CMad Poet 2021

Christopher Madsen, author of the Limerick books:

Ice Cream for Breakfast on Mondays and Tacos for Brunch on Tuesdays

Poetry
575 Poetry
Choices
Questioning Existence
Literary Impulse
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