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One year today since we sent out
tendrils
that gently padded out the
pebble-oceans,
bubbling from the bottom, the
waving Spanish wrecks
full of green copper and coruscating
barnacles
soft and wet in the luminous
salt.
Since then we lost our blue claws and
many eyes,
we fell into the softness of the
octopus
and squeezed through the
keyhole--
the shark has fallen, the seas are
wild with dancing,
waltzing kelp and pink-splayed
starfish and clattering clams,
the pearls inside, they are ours,
ours, ours! And the waves
eat up the world: Ours! Ours! Ours!
The seagulls only weep
because we have finally reclaimed our
sky!
The clouds whisper back our claims
and smile to sheathe us,
as we burst through the golden
atmosphere adoringly
and make our way home at
last.
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