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38 Sea To have lost even the why or the what for – to dream and to wake with the weight of even the mechanical why even the mechanical wherefore – the primitive one-string cello, bent low playing a threnody, thread, theme I know, into the night as I wake heaving it, hearing it – like a chorus dissolving not only sadness, sea, but past sadness past past sadness now that I live so close to your sound, sea, even at night wake to listen for you – close to your smell close and often to your salvage your changing sand and rock shelf, sea, lost generations lost progenitors past sadness, sea ...

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