and there is a time for the wind to break the loosened pane- t.s.eliot / four quartets
in case of loss
to whom to turn to
when to return is no more
there is no return
is what loss is
what remains is
what is no more
it's ocean deep
to swim here is to drown
to drown learning to swim
don't turn away from it
let it tug at your heart
let it break you open
let it open you to
just open you to
open you to what
that what is vastness
it gives life and
receives all traces
home to everything
to sky to waves
in their stirring
loss and longing
mingle endlessly
sea's memory
a teardrop of salt
where what we lose
comes back to find us
taste of what carries us afar
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