The Mystical

ALL that i want
that i dream about is that
i shall occupy
that place that rightfully belongs to me
the seat at the last
the floor at the bottom of the sea
the edge
where i am no longer myself

all i want is to be lost forever
not remembering anything

it is not that chair where we know what sitting is
or the bed that we have learned to recline and take sleep

it is not the sky where wings of birds fly
it is not the sea where fish as we all know swim

it is always something else
that we all yet have to know

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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