step no small sea

 

walk no sea held still for me,

glimmer-glass a mirrored sky,

step-stones gliding scant beneath,

tender reach to lift me by

 

but this, your torrent plunging deep,

promontory crumbling,

ripping names from those we keep,

vertigo the edge we cling

 

reach again to twin the day,

wind into the brambling,

full against your sun on face,

weep, unleash our lessening.

 

 

 
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