Recital

I

Slowly the tide comes back
it has remained motionless for so long
the algae clinging to the beams of the peer
the starlight tracking for centuries
the winds in the valleys of the mind.

There is no one to approach
and the track is a gentle one
without purpose like the night.

Give me one breath and the change abounds
Give me the way and ever so tortuous
the way will return
to its beginning.

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