Salt
Between the supple greens
and jagged ends
you see it —
the twisting view of no,
not
enough,
set amid brackish debris
like an open mouth.
You are not alone here —
can you taste it?
In the harsh and hungry shadows
swirls the salty swell
of truth.
Listen,
as your own sea, rising,
rushes to meet it,
surging past imagined
barriers,
flooding the echoing chambers
with
another answer.
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