I stare into you
as if I could glance the stars
as if I could exchange time with the moon
while I actually see very little
nothing of you
just the shore where you break

hollowing
folding the earth again
tireless
untiring
sedulous
strenuous

striding
down

so far down I was dreaming tonight
a gush of past
strong
I woke up
with the current

water-borne
you stride forward again
ceaselessly
into the present







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