Curls that unfurl...
I stand tall
My back real straight
I look up ahead
I look far towards where life and sky once met
I see what was and feel what may come
The message within the stick causes me to run and stall no more
I run to the ocean
I run through the waves
I splash in the roundness that defies the straightness of space
I swim to the seacave
where I drink from the black rock
I crunch through the bubbles in my messy wave-cave
and the arms of my body
hug the shivering being now hosted in the cave of the me-within
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