free. The worst of the
wanted people the darker
ones, the taller
ones, scare easier than
me, misconstrued

ocean. Relentlessly whispering
to the filth, the clouds
feared, in all depths of what
the bottom contains:

Arriving, using, universally wanted
loved by themselves
naturally receiving, inconsiderate.

Devoid is the ocean,
bare, yearning–
endless, empty–
filled with nothing

I ever knew. Hatred becomes
genuine, love, manipulated
the people curious. Body

of restraint, danger
of flowing freely. Ocean shouldn’t love
without respect, crash

without anger. The brown eyed
ones, the straight ones feel
needed, confusing themselves
with being wanted. Jealousy swarms
the painless catalyzing
them to want. I know but never tell, hear
what’s not being listened to
incessantly interested–
constantly caring. Still,

are the small eared ones, the skinny
fingered ones for wanting
and being wanted, unleashing,
craving to crush
the hopeful ones. Still,

I was an ocean in my past life,
forever known with the hunched ones, the
poignant ones. Cursed and crazed
striving to destroy the blue
in the red
lipped ones.