Transportal
Ever sat by the ocean
on the rocks mesmerized
by the movement
the rhythmic movement
the seaweed awaying
like in a breeze
the water moving all things
to and fro to and fro to and fro
the fish, crabs, shells, sand
all content in this dance
the waves crashing and grinding
eventually turning all into sand
Is this here
is this now
is this elsewhere
The sand was once
fish, crab, shell
seaweed moving
floating, dreaming
Can you hear the ocean
are you still here?
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