on the way to cape may

ring a bell to find you

in a secret place,
  somewhere where you have no fear.

 maybe this is where you wish to find me.

 no map for taking the first step into
 this nebula(ous) space

  high-pitched ringing in the darkness

  pushes

   carries through
 pierces the black places.

  just to dredge and keep dredging for
    raw knowledge
and through murky sediment, there will be not

 a shiny perfect pearl

 but a blemished
    pitted pearl.

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  by the sea with salt water lapping at me and the sun close to setting we walk and find shells, no remembrance of a conversation
 but i was thinking of mermaids and of
my life, before this life.