River gray with salty brine
Wrapped around a coral spine
[?] it all divides
Sea of salt, salt like brine
Pestering with former planes
Some of us without a name
Sea or two, nitrogen
Driven by the need to know
Stepped into the undertow
T'wards the dance, be proud of sins
Looking for the ocean sand
Where the moon was [?]
Riding by, afterglow
Ledgered lines and measurements
Do their dull and bottled sand

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