I hear the wind
The crashing waves
Pushing pushing gathering
Roaring
When I was
Underneath the deepest
Rippling blues and light
Filtering greens and clear
Clear sunshine streaming
Bright
Resting resting
Night soft calming
On the calm deep
Sleep came
Claiming
Calming
Morning
Wetness
Whiteness
Shifting
Rising
From the deep
to the shore
Washing up
Rolling
Air washed
Sand rubbed
Rolling
Pushed
Pushed further
Up among the sands
And seaweeds
Slithering
Sand rocks
Sea glass
Hands stoops
Here am I
In darkness
Stolen
Taken
Jiggling
Waiting
Wanting
Vaunted
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