The sea is deep
trailing foam, a trough cut
by bent, shaped boards
a master of wind
the creak of travel
masted perch, tears in my eye
--dm
v.1
9/10
Who are you who live in all these many forms? You're death that captures all. You too are the source of all that's gonna be born. You're glory, mercy, peace, truth. You give calm a spirit, understanding, courage, the contented heart.
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