the water is deep
the ocean is high
the moon is tired
and the eyes are dry
the heart is pinching
and the fingers tingle
the stomache chruns
and the lips they wrinkle
the sighs continue
through up and down
of skipping beats
and permanent frowns
long ago
of a tidal sky
dreamt and imagined
on a quiet night
ex p a n d ing
p u l s a t i n g
ting-ting-ing-gling
ti ti ti-ckl-ing
as it passes
and as it fades
the remanence trickles
for decades
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