Floating through,
on paper boats and bells
water carries us like sound.
Fold once, twice, third time
wave on wave
fold under fold
currents tumbling below.

You move and nothing separates,
I move and I make sound.

Each beat a distance,
Each wave continuous, indefinite.

A distance in water seems much less solid.

Whispers carry through, sounds echo

Bells in my mind, water on my skin.

Bells in my mind, water on my skin

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