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Thursday, November 11, 2010

Naked and Free

as i lay on grains of sand

near tide pools by the shore
my looking glass is cracked
the sun has proved its patience
and left all yearning bleached
i hear a gentle call
not from saviors made of stone
for their touch is but skin deep
but from a gentle pulsing
past the center of my bones
telling me to rise and meet the sea
to let each step find its stone
with equal balance and grace
while creatures scurry
remembering my march
oceanic and wild
i reach the door
let me pause to salute her beauty
to greet her shimmer with my own
and praise her dynamic nature
the time has come to jump
and sink in these salty depths
naked and free


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