Each night in the bare blue waves
She touches—
She goes deep into it,
plunging in
With midnight screams
Haunting the heart, unrevealed.
Sings her heart, the broken heart
To the hurrying waves under the somber sky
It has forever loved
And yet that's too deep to faint
In the glory that she goes into the sea
Each night—obsessive mystery.
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the slow art of breathing bitter
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