Quiet young ocean

Unfound love and unkissed shorelines

I grew up to be a quiet young ocean

my chaos can engulf you whole

and my shimmer is stolen from the sky

as I sit silently wavering in my becoming.

I have stomached way too many shipwrecks

and the fishes in my belly are always hungry for more

I dream of swallowing the sun every evening

but I end up puking it out on every break of dawn

sunlight penetrates my skin and reaches out like old postcards,

the water in my womb is salt mostly

as I wait like any other quiet young ocean

for my universe to be discovered

for my galaxies to be seen

for my shorelines to be kissed by yet another sea.


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