
a set of ripples clashing, colliding, building
a movement of memories
collected from time and space, life and death
a continuous flow,
no beginning, no end
a churning
resolved, only with
a final grasp at the shore
or the pull of another—
a dance of warm and cool,
serene, tempestuous,
unmistakable counterparts
of a larger ocean
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