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Some lightning carved the horizon
Through me while I stood watch
Of the sea and sky meeting
Some lightning made me cutting
Like other points and views
From which one can observe
Nothing's the part of what you see that's in between
Nothing's the part of what you see that's bending
Some lion's belt around lacing belly
Some sweltering poised sea anemone
The shape of those rocks coming out of the ocean:
That is my shape
Until god thinks I must be thrust again
Into being
But you're only the shape of how you're raised
Out of the water, on the beach, torn away
Cut away
To the future
