What remains of the night sky without its stars
What’s left of water without its oxygen
What’s left of an ocean without its water
Where is the moon without its tide
No night of day, nor day of night
No fire, no energy, no life, a lid
A mountain of salt more than pepper
O night wrap your blanket around me tight
Imprint your stars within my skin
O ocean engulf me whole, take me into your womb
Help me breathe the water of my own existence
Beyond the surface crests
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