All the tears

Ocean is a bowl of salt and water
So am I
Whispering and weeping of a son or daughter
Gone to the sky
Or the dirt

No one knows for bone deep certain
Which way is up
We spin towards the sun until it hurts
We spill the cup
It stings the face to try and dam it all in
What comes to flow
It wears us out to try and grasp the edge
When it’s time to go

Goodbye, to the part of you who thinks
You see me from above
No enemy can know me without weeping in this way
In all this love

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