The mark of water is an empty void.
It washes clean.
It slips through fingers,
It has no cup, leaves no trace
For it is the primordial spark,
the fountainhead of life,
the matter and medium
that's within sustaining
all living things.
The watermark you speak of
is the scar of what lingers,
after water has been and gone—
the scum that clings,
the salt crust and...
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