Darkshot
And
in a single brief note
signed
and sounded
sent
without knowing
even
if there was
someone
still out there or
whether
the storm
had
swallowed him finally
at
one with the silence
lost
beneath waves of static
with
one small step
the
ocean held its breath
and
the skies whistled there
will
always be a sign
that
something passed here
there
will always be a sign
something
was saved
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