Where I go, swathed in black
The grey sky threatens to smother the sea.
The grey sea tries to swallow the coast
while the coast tries to hold up the sky.
Above them all the grey gulls cry
Trudging through this cobalt expanse
I strive to outrun the coast
to find out where the sky has collapsed.
Still the grey gulls circle and call
Trying to remind me of the absurdity of it all.
Yet they cry in vain.
With heavy footsteps
I walk toward the dreary sea
No longer encumbered
I let it devour me.
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