I am 60% the ocean,
the terrible and alluring,
the flowing and rising, sinking;
we, together, are pulled by the moon;
one heavy, corporeal being,
as the poisons in the sky
poor into the ground we touch,
seeping into our pores,
tainting blue to black,
sand to mud,
blood to liquid onyx.
I am 60% the ocean
but if I swam
deep into his belly
I would die~
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