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wind-whipped timbers,
railings painted white
absorb the salt
and mist of Sea

pudding-thick clouds
embrace the shoreline;
blankets that rain
on the trees, on me

facing the wind,
the ever-deepening Sound
makes shallow my breaths
makes firm my resolve

yes, greens and blues
but ever more gray;
dulling and blending
the Sea that calls

be lost
in my waves
in my current
in my cold
be lost

no one to see and
no one to hear;
the decision is made
to jump and to sink