the night

thrown back to the wolves
hands finally free of the cloisters
the rocks of a far reaching cliff
diving deep into the heart of a narrow sea
and when the waves rise
they crash against stone that has never once
had the chance to breathe
greener than the earth above
the life here
has lived countless lives
countless ends
and we aren’t doing much more now
giving into the flow of tides
releasing our grip upon the sun
and looking not into the sunrise
but the night that surrounds

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