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I am an ocean child
made to sunburn
made to run in the sand
and build castles that always collapse
Watery music has always surrounded me
and I have gone with it
danced with the rhythm of trees and wind
floated along on a crashing wave
closed my eyes and let it carry me
But now my dance is halting
faltering, slow
my eyes flick open again, and again
and see only smoke
Lured away from floating drowning ocean
I hold my hand out to the mesmerizing flame
there are patterns, if only I could see them
rhythm in the crackle and pop
as well as in crashing waves
I want to float off
a spark
bright burning star high above ceaseless rolling water

and crash
flicker
and go out
for I am not made to float in the air
this blue-green-gray ocean child
made to sunburn--
made to swim.