Water Study

Boats mean we exist.
Water is everything. May it break
on soil      sculpt perfect specks.
Turn this place jade as leaves. Break
over stones      smooth palms      no
rough work only paper. Colorless salt
knows color      cerulean rising in rays. Shells are
the truth. Listen carefully      close
to the ear      there are bones everywhere.

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