Swallowing Fire At The Bottom Of The Ocean.
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Because our precious seashell designs
need repairing after every wave;
I'll wait.

Until the ocean dissolves into mist,
floats above our heads and does not burst;
Until it does not ever, ever, ever, ever,
ever, ever burst.

We will walk, casually;
where once we would have drowned.
You and I have many places left
to drown in; but for now, let us walk.

But promise to speak to me! If not
in the hushed tones I favor, then
in any tone you can:

When you open your mouth to speak,
there is a star between your teeth
that flies into my eye, and blinds me.

-e.
























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