It is only right that you teach me to swim,
and inspire me to travel in the world and in words,
Like the floating call of morning bells,
(as sunset will call moonrise)
mushroomed blue skies lit with clouds,
like weeds encircling a desert town
i have realized the deepest secret,
the cave in the mine,
the sky above sky
the fate of the cards
covered in cups and symbols
and eyes
that i carry your heart with me
for it is the ocean within my heart
the wonder that made stars gasp
so sharp they could only fly apart
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