the sea slows us
which shows us
we don’t have wings.
the sea knows us
for she exposes us
our tiny vessels
glide so lonely on her
smooth blue skin
she says
farm carefully,
your ambitions
[I] shall swallow you
and coerce the wind
to blow you men down
the sea rows us
but encloses us
no societies without gills,
the sea disposes us
swallowed into her skin
she parts us in two
walks between us
towards revenge
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