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the coast seems clear, broad. the current moves at an expanding rate and the wind mixed with salt won't sting when you push your eyelids together. the corrosion underneath my steady path shows the firm truth of change. before great art, what was there to mimick...charliatan or not, we all mock and the taste of the current fills my mouth with every step to the brink of a beginning. i trace my fingertips over the waters edge, watch buyoancy swap words with the dawn. coast line to coast line i find you searching, spread your hands atop the every moving grains and never a rock to find. never a light to guide. you are in every molecule of the ocean's cryptic makeup. you are what they would call a never was, a could have been, you move too much, though the underneath is clear like ice. frozen below and shifting atop you are eternally.