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ocean's pure invention

each dawn she summons the wind

to recapture me

from pits of sleep


mere keepsake of their cawing

one late flight

crows abandoned me

she draws me to her waters

where now

where now forever i stand

a listening to nothing bound

receiving her release

as she rolls


mandrem, goa, india

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