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the tide rises, the tide falls | an oceanic literary magazine
We Are Ocean
by
Meg Smith
Gather close, my whispering tribe,
in the colors of a sun burning,
drowning in our space of night,
rippling, over smooth stones,
unresisting.
We whisper,
something more than water,
more than the weight
of our whole selves, moving,
to a secret shore,
an unguessed era we will sing.
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