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immortality blows its breath
over the love-ocean
and out we sprout,
licking the sky with our white tongues.
us waves are dogs of the sea
sipping from a bowl---
calmly licking on a Sunday morning
or aggressively sipping after an evening bird chase;
or aggressively sipping after an evening bird chase;
tranquil when we feel what makes us move
or rogue when we feel helpless,
or rogue when we feel helpless,
thirsty, turbulent, and reaching.
:::
whatever it may be,
you, Ocean, are intimate;
giveand take,
giveand take,
giveand take.
Sky's reflection,
you, are more intimate;
heavenon earth
heavenon earth
heavenon earth.
as i cannot un-see now,
this, is most intimate;
e
ternal
e
ternal
e
ternal
e
ternal
e
ternal e ternal
e ternal e ternal
e ternal e ternal
etern al e tneral e
ternal
LOVE!
:::
nothing more
nothing less,
you are.
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