Bubble

And my mind a ship
floating sideways in the wind.

It rocks to and fro,
but never embraces
what it replaces.

It bobs up and down,
unhurriedly,
disgorging long letters
in hermetically-sealed bottles

which float,
adrift,
out of the picture’s frame.

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