If I was an empty shell
lone at sea
would the Black swans
hear my wail
bend their fine wings
to dip
along
the waves
to come searching for me?
Would the
Moon
force the sea apart
and brighten its
dim light
to scour
the currents
in search of me?
I think not.
The Black swans are flying home.
The Moon
is hidden
by night clouds.
And it seems
no one
is Awake
besides me
in
the deep dark
Sea.
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