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  • Writer's pictureNick Villers

Everything to Sea.

Gliding between the wind, my nose is in the trees.

Brushes against my face. I breathe heavily.

By the Bay.

I catch myself swimming between reality and perception.

Porpoises cry with joy into their hands while serpents shadow.

We have everything to sea but lamps linger without their kerosene.

Shift sails our thoughts.

Calm water pours down the throat as waves crash imminently.

I can only see this now as the horizon is visible today.

The dew manifests into morning to begin anew.

Gulls keep a watchful eye while oak & tar trudge.

The lake ripples away uncertainty.

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