Breathe,
into the white,
nautilus you are free,
flesh, you are night.
Return,
ashes to sea,
pill diffuses; the urn
Now salt you are he.
Wave,
newfoundland shore,
from the foam to horizon,
all this is yours.
Water,
by every degree,
now the aqueous age,
in time you will see...
...you are the sea.
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