Oceanward
       

Nothing should hold so much
as the sea. Not even the body.
When we are finally done
with our need for illusions,
when we can look at a body
of water and say water,
leaving the body behind,
we'll begin rehearsing
another life. One where
it's possible to predict the future
by observing the flight
of birds—so many shadows
belie original light. Where
the plight of an animal is to evolve
into the sea. A life where singing
is practical, even if underwater.

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