I want to wake up in the hands of the ocean
a child of a new medium,
salty kisses to wash away the sand
that has settled into my windward corners.
the sharpness of cactus
and tumbleweeds
replaced with the slippery green
of seaweed
let me feel the pull and release of the moon
as she plays with the water.
instead of the dirt devils driving
me to shelter with their shrieking
curses through windows and bones
give me the siren's song and its reasons
to seek a new destruction
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