As floating debris
Across the span of the vast
Within the primordial womb
Our throats, as a whole, would be open
But instead we are barred by this wound
Still some lone mouths are now gaping
Kissed by salt that was dropped on their lips
Shifting perspectives and purpose
Towards the dawn of perpetual eclipse
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Beautiful yet very vague, essence and meaning lie hidden behind your imagery. Enticing poem. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn