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Between the supple greens

and jagged ends

you see it —


the twisting view of no,



set amid brackish debris

like an open mouth.


You are not alone here — 

can you taste it?

In the harsh and hungry shadows 

swirls the salty swell 

of truth.



as your own sea, rising,

rushes to meet it, 

surging past imagined 


flooding the echoing chambers 


another answer.

Yurt dweller, parent, partner, writer. Knows some things about medicine, life coaching, teaching, and the wilds.

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