The calming rage of the ocean beckons
Endless water on the horizon
Behind me lies the ruins of the sands
Broken promises spouted from the fiery pulpit of othering
For who is less than human, you or I?
The false gods and prophets shout once more
Of righteousness, of justice, of sin
And on this spot of the water, their words keep echoing
Seeds pushed into your eyes and ears
To be grown into another monoculture field
Yet, the water whispers
Seeping into the stems that have grown
Calling to you to wade deeper and further from the shore
Move forward, if you move at all
Now I walk towards the horizon
Fish start nibbling and pulling on the crops from my pores
But some roots still cling to my being
Until a step pulled me into the depths
And with it, I drown into other worlds
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