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I stared out at Sea

content with what it gave

its waves, its ripples

tempest and shine

and all the while

I gave it only my time

To appreciate its

natural forces

of its everything

of all moments

And I did not seek

to conquer the Sea

nor did it seek

to swallow me

But rather, we enjoyed

each other in the little

imperfections

that we reveal

in the surface

Because all it took

the other to witness

was ignorance of a clock

so every moment was perfect