11/3/14

Tentacled

I am born of earth 
And the swill of the skies
As they take their fill of flowing 
From the stationary things
Passing by

I would 
That I had a claw
Just one 
With which to pry the break of the waves
And ascend to sunlight

But the depths decide
And the depths reside
In each of us
Within as without

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