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Ocean Born (poem)

There was something born then

Born of blood and skeleton

Distinct features

Carved silhouette

A spark, a pulse and power inside

Surely the ocean graced me

A force, a reckless pause, and a wailing tongue

The symmetry of face

nostrils, eyes, ears assembled

A turning into and a rolling out of the veil of darkness

There was something born then

Standing oddly obscured by any real vision

Eclipsed in a mask of cloud, a cave,

waves striking the sands of her like lightning

She moves slightly as my eyes adjust

Sweeping me into her nest of arms

The song of her

silent hum and soothing

“there there child”

I weep I collapse

Forward and back she rocks as I sleep in the folds of her black beyond


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