immemorable immersion
when you plunge into the ocean
it rises by the amount of you
all around the world
that tiny amount of you
arrives as a ripple upon a beach
or upon a rock beneath a cliff
the land has forgotten you
divorced as it is from your journey
you may call as you may
but it will not follow you
neither will it hear your gasp
but it will wait for the return of you
upon the moon of the tides
the sun rises and the sun sets
on that tiny bit of you
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