Ceremonies

up to the forearm
immersed in thoughts of becoming salt.
seed-
a river to ford.
bridges to foreign territories
are built through half verses.
past thoughts.
and the remains of all things considered.

We give our ambitions to the sea
should they find arousal.
should their infant formings find legs.
should moon cast light
and rise tide
transforming powerlessness into hope.

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