AS IT LAY DYING

As it lay dying the sea thirsted
For the sun
But the winds
And the sea fog
Had cast the sun on the mountains

So much wind prevailed
That we measured the sea
And found she was the true mother
Of our desires

But
The life of the sea
Was not
A melting candle
Our wishes were not
Rabid dogs

The days sang beautifully

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