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Early in the morning

before the world remembers its noise

before even my name fits back onto me

I stand.

And I think

today

I will write.

But the tides

the tides will decide.

The waves

they will decide.

The all powerful sea

standing in front of me

not loud

not angry

just certain

will decide.

Will it write with tides

dragging long sentences across the sand

or carve a single trembling letter

with a wave

that arrives

breaks

disappears

or will it do something braver

simply be sea

unapologetic

untitled

untranslated

remaining in its own beauty

its own height

its own depth

And maybe

the real question

is not

what I will write

but whether I am quiet enough

to let the ocean

write me.