the wave after wave is one wave never tiring
Light atop the water
The form in the water
The afterimage of water
Standing falling risen
Over and again
Freedom is labor
To labor at oneself
To keep what is earned
To disappear reemerge
Plunging and carried
Lightness and burden
The smallest waves shingle in
Are tugged back to surge
To rise to be swallowed
And remain
They are the wet in the sand
Spreading in and down
Dark center of the old stain
The wave after wave is one wave never tiring
Freedom is fearsome
A nut drops onto fallen leaves
And my heart leaps
What approaches through
This ringing in the trees
And what warning does it carry
From the sea?
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