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the rim and reach of words
the buzz and whirl of rain
the ghost of something pure,
surfacing again
the glimmer off the bay
the ebb and spill of grace
the breeze and fill of sail
the lift and sway of waves
slow,
rolling slow
you in gold and gift
you with saturn eyes
slow and fast asleep
here is all my life
slow,
breathing slow
if ever was the sea
the deep and airless swim
pray loves cool gravity
to never enter in
slow,
drowning slow
rolling slow
taking me
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