I've always been worth my weight in water, meaningless and obtuse.
And though giants lumber through thick fog, they make not a sound.
Tell the children it's time to go, tell the mothers to drown their young.
Sleeping giants lie, sleeping fathers die.
Slip silently and serenely into the sea.
I want my dear, my dear to return me to the salt from where I came.
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