Sorrow plummets down to the ocean's floor
where sightless creatures need only mouths
to strain the salt
from what they devour,
and panoramic vistas can never be explained
to a universe pushing
against a surge of light.
Seeking an answer in a cave of darkness,
pivoting to open and close my skin,
will I receive a clear balance
on the scales of justice?
No longer buoyant, I sink,
pour my tears into a cup to mix with the sea.
Who can tell which is my salt?
For all the sorrow in the deep
can't be perceived
by beings blind from the outset.
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