I feel the wave
through my clothes
in my lungs
the stalks behind the reed
and I shudder
with the seas and the grass
the inaccessible swamp
Patches of gull and we
voices of the song
of the earth, breath of her tide
echo of her singing
we harbours with locks
osmotic enclaves
personating skin
Pumping sound
gifts in and out
we are music
I am music
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