I dreamed a shore
where the waves did not go out
the waves did not come in
crests frozen white
sand beneath captured in chaos
not asking to be swept up
not asking to be brought home
or brought anywhere
eternal and hidden
not having known the difference between the surface and the deep
the surface and the darkness
now dancing in the infinite tide that has ceased
hidden
pressed upon by the sheer will of the Moon
released now, in a havoc not understood
and the waves return to where they were first conceived
when I believed
that the tide would rock me gently
and keep the promise of that first rythym
Coming to me
Leaving from me
Coming to me
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