Witness to a Drowning

Coveting waves
that offer promises or condolences,
I hear your voice so faintly
in seashells of the dead;
inhabitants no longer in need
of this air;
Air as essential to me as
You, who breathes my life
and speaks
through seashells
while I covet the sound waves;

I am a coveter of sound waves
and am unsure
if this is dispiriting
or exquisite;

Out to sea languishing
on land of life,
sharing sound waves
and light waves
with mysteries
of which I am now a part
and we are

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