Salt [poem]

And so it rolls back and forth

Just as the tide’s slow conquer

Upon the forever waterlogged shores

The land falls itself back

Into the warm wet wide womb

Like how I will fall back

Into land or sea or sky

Our mother birth us apart

But we are brethren

In fate

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