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We have the right to Our Incertitude – We

wash in Waves here

in this warm Sea undertow pulling us down; Our

hearts beat loudly in our Chests as

we break down Our histories

to uncover hidden passions

Here in this succulent Garden – We

     stamp our feet

in frustration lifting vines and snakes

     our Whole accusation

here waived for a close call at cliff’s edge

     my paramour an angling Salt

loudly ringing bells and bellowing We

     find each Other in

this haze our heads upturned to the Clouds,

our feet planted firmly in the Earth,

     here, where

we find intrepid Solace like a glove --