I was happy enough to stay still
inside the pearl inside the shell,
but the hurricane of experience
lashed me out of hiding
and made me a wave moving into shore,
saying loudly the ocean's secret
as I went, and then, spent there,
I slept like fog against the cliff,
another stillness.
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