the sky is meant to lie against the sea
every night line between them disappears
the sea is always wet for the sky
the sky is covered in signs
the sea sobs its ecstasies
the sky beholds it all
the sea conceives of everything
the sky withholds its beholding
the sea spills over the lip of its cup
the sky reads the remnants
the sea comes in long lines
the sky opens like legs
the sea is prone to lunacy
the sky is over the moon
the sea is always pregnant
the sky delivers us all
the sea spits out all glittering things
the sky inhales your last breath
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