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Hyacinth garden water spreads sound in deep channels, that fuse back into
white noise...
put a conch shell to your ear
a song that is singing to you
just listen
pink noise...
dawn breaks, as if shattering, whales sing,
either way we were especially special,
the joy of being alive
all sorts
of life
dreamt
covering possibilities,
see the ocean down the street,
where the reflection of your whispers
like little slippery footprints on the beach.
they wash away with the next wave.
it's like that with loves
memory
and time
the shorebirds,
and the tide
love,
covered by water,
ebb my dream.
sink it clear down from east to west,
into the sea
of destiny.
from innocence to injured.
from summers swelter to winters cold ice.
