The tide has gone
Just upped and shipped out.
Probably had enough
of ships, sliding on its surface, oily
and bearing down;
Boring through sheer size.
The beating hearts of ocean life -
(as if they were the men of the land,
sound out
unobstructed by time that seems
to stop and start anew)
- carry on
without a word
in sounding deeps
that lead to greater depths.
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