Am I stronger than this current
which took me like a child out to sea
please tell me where the warm sand went
and how it got out from underneath me
drifting on my back like an otter
looking indirectly into the sun
burn into my eyes this vision of water
this copasetic union is mutual and fun
I am one with this body of salty abandon
and seagull sonnets are on the tip of my tongue
and although this adventure is entirely random
this oceananic opus will be sung
with all that I am I will emote
and cry with passion out all the words
to the beat of my heart as I float
as I sing to the earth with the wind and the birds.
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