The shape of the sea bends me, contorts my thoughts to the whim of wind Years to go, places to see, points to live, bound by the shape of the sea Ever watching, ever changing borders between nothings defining all in an ill light you can hear Hiding within shadows of sound, clinging to the shape of the sea
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Kevin J. Fellows 