Standing on the pier
Lost at the sight
Of water and sky
Kissing each other
Wave after wave
Crushing at my feet
Speaking to me
In the liquid language
Of loneliness and loss
Seaweeds and shells
Orphaned by
The cyclic phases
Of a distant moon
Alone, at night
King of constellations
And exploded stars
Walking backwards
Along the wooden bridge
That separates
This earthly existence
From its upcoming
Amphibious future
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