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Dec 2020
I can see the grass that carpets the sky
I hear the waves, never once asking why
I watch the birds as they effortlessly fly
I know one day I will die

Like a wave returning to the ocean
Like the water in perpetual motion
My form will change, dissolve, disperse
And then perhaps it will reverse

In and out
Like the waves on the shore
Like the breath from my lungs
Like the day and the night
A cycle, cycling, recycling

Iā€™m one with you
And you with I
So if I expire
Yet you still respire
Am I truly gone from this widening gyre?
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Derrick Jones
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Derrick Jones  26/M/Portland
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