In a land I was formed
Surrounded by the sea
The one that makes this pebble
Stone blue

You were born too
And maybe we met under a canopy
Rooted with the ancient ones
Posthumous fibers binding petrified thoughts

A common chapter
In which one narrative nascent
Cloying in darkness and fear
Foils the life pouring forth

If thinking is evidence
Wretchedness should be adequate
To make parallel wakes;
Small ripples of sequestered humanity

Surrounded by the sea,
A lone wave
Constructed and destructed each time
Pushes the Earth aside
Refining bare minerals and leaving naught