We are gone
the sea
has swallowed us
distance
washes over us
no more
is heard of us
in this
our land of separation.
Marking
in extreme measure
the extent
in depths
silent twilight swell
flowing
past identified points
tidal
diversity rising.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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