Were you ever a ripple
at the edge of yourself?
I turn to hear the sea
in the wind.
Gods eat the moon periodically--
somebody clawed a womb
apart and found we came hard
breathing from sea.
I can tell you. Once I was
moon and sun
and I went about myself.
Maps of our bodies and
oceans coincide.
compiled from James Kimble's
The Light the World Appears In
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