Not that I would be seen,
yet
for what it's worth, I would
Approximations, belief, delusions,
and thereof maybe
Even at past five of forty, I do
I now choose though, to aim my waving
to those further away from the coast
Pointlessness is better exaggerated
The seagulls are a hundred strong
Maybe a hundred more, or twenty less
Gross value, probability,
guesstimates, thereon
I don't wish to fly like them,
I prefer my fish store bought,
cooked by me
Precision, crafted, selected
sans compulsion of hunger
They don't do spice, I do, I relish
My arrogance is underrated,
or my belief of being unlike me is.
My existence is overstated
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