Cheol
For the Wisdom of the Sea
1880, Place Unknown
In the dark air, I am clad in white off color. Oh, the cold biting night makes the bones feel. Oh, the crumbling sand and rocks at my feet. The bubbling sea washes ashore and over my legs, deeper and deeper. I hunger for air, hunger for any sustenance. Sea, hear my cry. Hear these words to you. Oh, my bones are hungry, oh I cry for air, a warmth, a touch. Feel me, hear me, see me. See me.
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