Only between heartbeats
and wave beats,
only as a quiet fog
settles like gray grief,
only between wails
of a foghorn
as silent ships
turn back like ghosts,
only in stillness
can knowledge come
like a deep-drawn breath
of spirit and truth,
using eyes blinded
with the sting
of salt spray
turned inward
to see one's self.
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