I remember when I was an ocean
my hands gentle waves
washing over you, bathing
you in my warm salty embraces.
the breeze of my kisses
tangling in your hair
but erosion wore you down
and a tide can not resist the sad
gravity of the moon.
now I wander through the
detritus of this shoreline,
the bones of broken trees and
shattered calcium cathedrals
empty of their small prayers.
a grave yard or a midden.
even though I touch everything
I can find nothing.
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