Ocean
by Joey Clutario
And though I know
there are many likes of you
I choose you─
among clear waters;
still they run into you.
You run over me─
yes,
I. You lick my dryness
with one cosmic blow.
You run into me
and I am left with salt
and nothingness but your salinity.
You come and go.
Come and go.
And though I know we’re
together, we are separate.
Though I know
You are water.
You are only salt.
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