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Sediments are adrift upon her smooth wet shoulders,
her shining graceful tail and her archipelago curves.
Her floating whispers, her sailor's dreams and songs,
her wistful water reaching ways, her solitary years.
She saved us, by plunging deeper into the centrifuge.
We clung to the last long boats of our imaginings,
but they separated into splinters churned by foam,
All chance of reunion and rescue were beyond us,
when we sensed her movements within a hurricane.
We were saturated with one huge sweep of her tail,
flesh like pearls and sponges, her voice our only map,
sea houses, cloudy silences, subterranean entrances.
The love that did not begin or end, sinking into sand.
She is an amphibious gaze, ancient oceanic longings,
aquatic grasses and tidal lullings, filtered sunlight,
a sailor's eyes, upon her forehead, beach hypnosis,
hours to years, currents awash through sea valleys,
until the dissolution of all imaginings into sand beds.
Old skulls litter the ocean's depth like sunken ships.
We found you stranded, now wrecked and abandoned,
clinging to the driftwood, you were our only chance,
half submerged, as one who falls asleep, you drowned
in minions of corals, beyond the pull of hulls and nets.
