Sharing your words,
the page a pitcher,
the rolling waves hit us in silence,
together as a lost herd.
Together feeling the vibration
of our confusion forming into a heavy sense,
falling into the tide and being carried out with it,
into his eye,
counting the waves
as we are washed in the wisdom
of many a scribe's infinite verse
Close to vision
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