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I speak of shorelines joined
by traces of sun across the page
of sea I speak
of mountains vigilant expectant
where memories draft themselves
in barren sub aqua undergrowth I speak
of stone illogical resonant vegetable
metaphor of caravels polished in shadow
by the inexorable pulse of time
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