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∴

when i did not fight the water,
the boat began to rock

and the ravaging stopped.

 

when i did not quell the waves,
i rode them
as a bondless slave,

they,
rocking,
slaping,
overlapping,

became
the cadence
of current’s correcting course,

and with perfect,
arbitrary beats,
slid me out,
onto the sea

where the waters,
tacking violently,
did offer back to me

my fear.

 

come out,
come out,
and step upon these shoreless stones,
like whited alabaster,

moving,
moving,
endlessly,
buoyancy is faith unmastered.

 

when i did not fight the water
i met upon the salt,
all that is within me
and all that is without.

∴

 

 

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