This blue
is the sea we crossed

This depth
the ground we thought

we covered
Each day the sounds

of heat
from an unseen hive

The industry
of water on slate

Everything repeats
as we have come

to know—
As if there are

things that can
be done over


In response to Via Negativa: Sea dream.

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