Jet black shadows, dwell upon the shore
one fleck of white, promising redemption
Grey blue buckets in an obsidian well;
how deep does it go, this dankness and darkness?
Carry me over from the dark to the light
then back again, casting fear like a rock
sinking downward striking bottom;
does it ever settle or does it float, unbound?
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