A wisp, a wave, a wave abashed
About my ankles dared to crash.
A cave, a grave, a grave brand new,
Opened up to swallow my shoe,
But death, a breath, a breath renewed,
By salt and sand and light anew.
What’s more, a shore, a shore of stars
Sprawled out in perfect silver bars.
A hope, a dawn, a dawn in sight,
Beauty of simple, daunting might.
I start, I step, I step away,
Out of my grave, and on my way.
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