The wind rises when the sun goes down The lap, the lap To wade out, exchanging air for water To dive in, to be relieved of gravity unembodied in a fluid world. To be the instant of a flashing fish small mystery, silver without reason appearing, disappearing where it will. To travel trailless, soundless through the dark To become a being hardly credible A mystery in a sea solution A clue in a l arger mystery
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