my bare feet walked to the edge
the tip of africa extended into space
as far as the man made island
built from god’s trees
would allow
the swell of the salt water body
lighthouse fallen into foaming tide
black spots white spots
flagellating flora and fauna
i want to dive into your paint
remembering what we were
before pooling upon the earth
nightswimmimg to live
past the rock of gibraltar
into the glow of your sea

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