I see each and every line
each contour carved by time
the colors translucent blue
each ebb and tide something new
there is no meaning to my presence
it is irrelevant and transcendent
the sea a testament of time, space and light
that washes the heaviness out of sight
it cleanses the heart, its heat unthawed
and I stand here in peace, overawed
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