A single voice
in an ocean of constant noise,
but somehow our ears were trained
to recognize when we hear you call our name.
Side by side,
every movement was memorized,
choreographed before
the schools of fish were born.
Their patterns and plans align,
all in a glorious effort to survive.
There is no language for what we've seen,
only the sweetness that bends us to our knees,
and all of these fumbling words
to explain what it means,
but our hearts were buried deep in the sand.
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