And when floating
in and out, there on.
Yet whereupon by me,
and there upon you are.
Waves blown across
my face, I am
carried down,
as all around you.
hurried off
so very, far away.
When I see you only
at the very end.
I swim back out
covered only in
white salt.
Coming over
you are standing
near the shore
calling out too me.
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