WATERSPOUT

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Stagnant in sea-level orbit,
we swore her to corner the wild flow.
She cracked, but there was nobody near us
to hear us.

And we could wish we had believed
instead of following the current to the waterspout.
See and still doubt
as we’re washed out.

Friction pervaded the ocean
and drove the wind beneath the surface.
Happiness is in the sand;
for trying to catch it with bare hands.

And we could wish we had believed
instead of following the current to the waterspout.
See and still doubt
as we’re washed out.

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