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I wade through,
dark streams
wrapping
my ankles,
songs of foamy droplets
falling
behind hidden gates.
Ever lower,
the tide
whispers
long forgotten
words
from the other side.
I slide along
Isthmus Crypticus,
ankle-deep
in your voice
calling
my name.
text & artwork by Marian C. Ghilea, 2021