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Standing on this waterfront lot,
I am in heaven, both above and below.
I am seashells in the mud, and hyacinths to rot,
Both above and below.

Stepping into the clearing, I am an orchid.
I am a run on sentence,
betrayed by my own name and inkling for superstitions.
Stepping into the sea, I am an orchid.

And I am in heaven, both above and below.

Wading into the open, I am stardust.
I am a bandaid on your hip, and the swaying in between.
Coos in awe cue your shrill tounge,
As we wade into the ocean, full of stardust.

And I am in heaven, both above and below.