Redundant Sea. A poem.

I awake, afloat
On an ink black
redundant sea
Of redundancy
And think, to sink
Would make a rock
Of me, a mockery

To sleep, you see
Would be ideal
But it elusively
Exclusively
Evades me
All fever dreams
And inner screams

The weight that sinks
Me, obscures me
I lie awake, afloat
On an ink black
Redundant sea
And dream of 
Being anywhere

But here

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