Blue, cobalt bay with your secret bottom,
I stand before you in the golden hay,
upright and awed,
looking without thought, without choice,
with only one this: love
at your blue dome,
at the clean gurgle of your perfect
blueness splashing
every part of me in the motion
of wind and I gulping light of gold
and feeling sorrows sinking
all of me bowing
to that healing unknown.
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