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With a shrug 

the grey matter
of the sea
makes everyone else
invisible.

The trees
                all fall silent.

Dirt,
the color of new skin,
the color of char,
the mustard smell of clay,
                ends itself
drowning
in the sound
of all that water.

It is as if
nothing
in the world
                matters
more.

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