ahem mayhem

This ocean so shallow the moon bounces off the seabed

causing ripples across to many lands

these lands feel themselves distinct and seperate

the various spires or domes of holy houses

 connected by bridges choking with souls and guarded by stern uniforms

all these landscapes hung on the windows of kitchens

utensils and unfathomable china cracks bare wooden tables scratched like ephemeris

this coastline protected by fires dotted with pockets of ideology

backed up by roads to munitions

untill even the libraries are closed to the possibility the ocean is not a border

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