at the neck
of the sky
lies at the
bottom,
separating
water from
sky and from
all the rest;
dark green
liquid tinted
blue from
above as if
it were a
dressing gown,
folding and
unfolding
with the wind
and the
swarming
currents that
move like
families
misdirected;
yet, forever
will there be
a separation
formed by
this horizon.
24May15
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