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How can I say what happened on that night
in the undulating silk we call the sea,
when a mist concealed the island from my sight
as I became the water; and it, me.
The gulls, that night, the gulls they came in crowds
and I was just a wave so far from shore.
I raised my arms, ready to fly through clouds,
certain they would lift me - I would soar.
There are no words to talk about such times.
No metaphors can make that world unfold
in which the universe itself is just a rhyme
and life, the rhythm death dare not withhold.
I cannot tell you when I came to earth.
I can only say it was a kind of birth.
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