the tattooed summer appears more clear in the rising sun

under gentle currents, wishing folded sunlight to carry what I cannot

worn and tired from spinning within a space of no control

lilting upon ocean waves is where I reside for today

footprints disappearing in grains of sand

reminding that timelines have ends

you can lose without knowing

if you are asked to dance, take the hand

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