circles, waves, ripples
that touch and embrace
my open and wide shore
await the net you cast
to claim me, once again,
as before, over and over,
to discern my particles
and my permanence
to help me remember the
blues and greens, the light
glistening on the surface,
that finds its way to my
chasm and fills the void,
defies the abyss.
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