What a drop am I in mid-Atlantic sea,
to think that this revolves around me.
What a grain of sand I am on shore,
to take the Ocean lightly, no more.
Peace with myself to know,
my place on this water-ball,
my ashes, to sea, do throw.
Puma/MMXI
(‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’)
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