Short-term lease


The first calm wave
It settles there
About the Stony shore
Shoeless and lull
Solid in my seeing
I fold into the tide
My form is framed by beach
Surrender is possible
This breather is rightly my due
My mane finds home where Crustaceans lay
Worming their way through my tress
I begin to respire this air anew
As if my lungs were starved
This shall be my nest
Distant from civility

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