
In the thunder of waves, in surf and sand,
I rolled violently with shells and seaweed. There was
only the tumble and drowning, a desperate search for air,
and a final expulsion of sea to land.
The sky was a figment of imagination,
and sound a bitter echo lost to wind.
Connections came in flashes, and I bore out
death with strangled sighs and careless grace.
I laughed at everything and cried at nothing. When the ocean
came for me again I was ready and willing.
I offered no resistance to the waves.
In the darkness I was free to dive with whales,
so I fell deeply and sang softly;
and finally, closed my eyes.
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