You by whom I matter and suffer
I stumble on your altar on the shore
Beauty's grave of stones and wonder
My mind out walking on the waves
Ever unfolding wearing away
What yet remains of my little life
Every day I make it grander
Casting off and grinding down
My nothing into your everything
A jeweler's art a fisherman's eye
I practice fear and symmetry
And all that matters is everyday
I see you walking toward me
And that yes we're slowly merging
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