The briny waters lose dissolving salt
Then flit in expectation for the taste
That will, in taking, mask their own default.
The tongue in savour pluralizes choice
Creates an end the waters cannot know
The consequence the echo of its noise.
And, when transformed, metabolism dies,
When thrown beyond the effect of its sphere
What salt shall know what saltiness implies?
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