The Shape of the Sea

Photo by Peter F on Unsplash
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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