Upon windblown shores

Floating on the tears

Of orphaned whales

I find my bed


Sea foam below

Spinning cosmos above

Dark, yet comforting

The feeling of gentle repose

Even given the inhospitality

Under the guarding belt

Of galactic arms

Dust suspended in thousands of points of light

Distant to the waves

Beyond, truely

And I below

Gently spin in edies

Borne ever forth

Upon apathetic and amoral tides

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