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you ask for a leather couch & a death mask
you ask for fossil and my arteries are #lled with stents
I lift sternum to sail & tedious chores #nish — us, the waves crafting glass becoming frown
a few dozen of my sons reach us, the men clad in white, the women in red, a storm of spears from the North and the South to batter us
and I am
a woman in the ocean, it is the ocean we are drowning
The sea waves come alive , the winds blow and are gone,
the stars of the ocean, they appear once again
as the world was last night and it is the world I was created,
the world we once shared for so long
you would die at our side,
but your life is never exhausted (there is no rest) You would die by the sea, you would die at our cacophonous side