• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 12
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the air in this sky was determined
forcing its mood upon the water
plunging its shiny blue ego into the gnashing green
it looks like it was trying to make something or someone
into a replica of itself
and if it wasn't, you certainly were

the sand on this beach is needy
rubbing against legs and arms
and the nape of my neck
it feels like it's grasping at something or someone
that detests endless friction
and if it isn't, you certainly are

the waves in the ocean are desperate
throwing themselves at me the whole afternoon
my mouth still spits salt and grit from this morning's exchange
they sound like they're calling something or someone
that they know is beyond their reach
and if they aren't yet, you certainly will