Do you remember when we were the ocean?
Cool and deep, drunk on riverwater and ceaselessness
Bound to nothing, but our measured mythopoeia.
I, always; you, always.
Black, blue, and swollen
Capillaries damasked, fecund with blood.
Put us all in plain clothes, I want our faces bare
necks unadorned, for we must
Harvest the blubber and bury the blessed.
We were the ocean, my darling, we never needed a sky.
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