What deep thoughts have brought you to this edge?
Silent seas, moving sands, salty breath, cracking hands

Water flows stabbing, cold
Dark waves, blow, crashing
Pulls the sea to land’s end.

Where is reflection
Where do we ascend, descend
To course bottom,

Beat against rocks and sand.
Water wears away rock
All shall pass

Flow, endless
Beginning, eternal.

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