I really love how the poem moves like the ocean itself, slow, deliberate, and full of small, shimmering moments. The butterfly showing up at night, with "ink black wings veined with blue light," is such a striking image.
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and the way the man keeps reaching, then letting his hand fall, gives the whole piece this gentle melancholy that lingers.
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and the way the man keeps reaching, then letting his hand fall, gives the whole ...
Ah this is what I was going for, thank youuu
Appreciate the feedback
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