Beacon
Walking on seashells
The shore is vacant
The eye is free
My hands are open
My mind is free
Your heartbeat wavers
Your breath escapes
Your weight too heavy
Find me.
I am a god
With no name
Who offers no salvation
But a beach with cracked seashells
And an ocean where the sun melts
Find me.
At the midway station
Of the ocean and the far line of the horizon
We will choose between beach and sky
And between sand and sea
We will be lost children, wandering
We might be lost (or found) at sea
Find me.
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