I was sat on the edge of a pier watching waves lap up promise on equatorial shores and with each sunset came people in mosaic with beating hearts of value. Well that's the way I saw it then, under golden orbs spent from nine hour heat. Birds circled for freedom and colours mashed beyond ships masts and the world was pure and I was pure and I sucked in air from the atmosphere that wouldn't exhale. Boxers touched gloves at the end of the year and with commerce this place was ahead. Lenses took in the event with a hunger unseen since that evenings meal. I watched from my perch the laughing and eyes, and the singing and chatter of children. I watched all the beaming and shaking of hands and my thoughts fell on opposites back home. So why does the shiver that rumbles my chest seem to appear when I look out to vastness? How can anxiety present itself in the flicker of eyelids when you can just blink and miss all the answers? Pavement chalky blue, sky golden red, people blushed with private, unprivileged freedom. I was sat on the edge of a pier watching waves lap up promise on equatorial shores. This is the place that we'll find all our meaning. I'm sure of that.
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