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when the sea
settles into the
eternal rhythm,
as composed
by the moon,

and the tide
brings just enough,
takes just enough,

and in the flickering
light of the fire,
the furies dance,
distant silhouettes,

i breathe in
so deeply
i think
i might
swallow the sky.

 
This poem originally appeared in the 2009 collection Sixty-Six.