WHEN YOU arrive in ocean a wave arises inside you the whale's back glistens it has a large life in the ocean's interior it knows only the geometry of circle taken into the sunset taken away from sunset the water changes color without resting ever or recovering a color once cast away on the beach I found pebbles rubbed into shapes like fingertips I put them in my pocket I put them in I put my pocket full of stones I thought do I sink now or later I was moving I could sway I could turn like a wheel while my minerals ground to powder and my tides spun whenever you see a stone think of me
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