good morning, all vivacious

it is as much a calm before the storm as anything
the past wades, idly, through the ocean and
chooses its place upon the shore
there is a widening of a pattern, calmed
and into the darkness the lines stretch,
forming its shapes through the night
the moon shivers
the stars shake
and midnight’s wealth streaks by
not for a mother’s cry
but for a father’s wake

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