While water pours itself out into a larger merger of mass
Nothing this innocent should be worth breaking
I suggest my calmness much like my unsettle will pass
More often in mornings than otherwise, I find myself to be a peaceful person
It's once night comes and we are left with no more than a theme to dwell upon
A sometimes comforting silence but mostly deafening meander or absence of light
Confused like tadpoles we wander out into the larger merger and soak our loins in salt
Lay a weary head in an orchids nest
Balmy and fragrant won't stop an open mind
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