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Apr 2010
we sit sifting

through the muddy sand
of an aging ocean,
looking for everything
we've lost.

the breaths come slower,
the fear faster,
as the sun peaks and
falls between the rocks.

the fog rolls in, the
storm creeps in, the
thunder jumps out,
the lightning strikes
out

the rain ebbs over
the flossed clouds,
silhouetting time like
a picture frame.

the seas sigh in unison
with lightning's glare,
illuminating nothing and
everything.

drowned over the cliff,
drenched on the shore,
living free underwater,
and we still sit,

sifting.
Written by
Le Yang
693
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