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Seagull you must come and listen

lumps of amber lie weeping

in the lapping of the water's edge

hardly any star

complains more clearly than they

I lay them gently

here by the end wall

God has whistled them light

amber chains cry around your neck

a sound liberated

a sound of so much

crying in prayer

the seahorses turn

crying in prayer

everything turns

let peace come

let the aeons take hold of you

the lament of the eels through the eelgrass

lifts it

lifts it up

in the sigh of the ancient world.