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Beyond the obscure city’s
Green light and blue grass
Rolls the sea under the night sky.
The beach is empty, though
A boat against the current
Beats on, borne on the waves.
Incoherently, steadfastly, it
Moves into the past.
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There the Norns spin their endless yarns,
Waiting for storms to
Upset the world.
*
We are helpless
When the fates play
And wreck our lives
Under emerald waves.
Pulled under through seaweed,
Churned in the tide,
There is no escape or sanctuary.
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© HMH, 2020
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