WHAT WE CHERISH,
BECOMES US
Waggle top you are
Just like me, I'm
Merry go rounding
The blest of you.
A summer in me,
The swimmer in you,
Is mine as well.
We're both spun up,
From the seed.
We're both surf sung.
The spring you have
And I love that too.
A chant to tides
And of it - back to
And above it - Into
The waters of you- am I.
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