though the sea is not level with me
but wraps me in her womb
kangaroo-like with my head
still level with the sea
though sometimes under
dear mother sea I do not
completely trust you
yet you’re the only one I trust
who is more tender more
competent than the stars
who circle like vultures
and warn us of wars
while you settle for turquoise
and pale pinks and blues
more alive than the future
when the sun starts to lose
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