i was looking at pretty sea
as giant fish with scales
sparkling from sun's favor
broken by ripples from keels
brave enough to wiggle through
salted lips of shrinking earth
those rocks up those mountains
will fill bottoms of endless
every bones, leaves, trash
will follow soon until filled
water will rise and claim more
where will i put my feet to dry
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