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Seaweed dreams of violet skies
regress into the robin's nest of
cellophane wrappers and baby
curls that catch the evening
gleam.

Oh, to be on the open sea and
free: a breeze, the horizon and
me...

I cannot forever wane
with the company of
the sane.

To the wild I must return,
a creature born and driven
to the chaos primeval.

Do not give me
your chants and woes
of eternal order-making.
I know where the river
comes from and where
it goes.

You shall never treat
me as your equal, for
there is no natural place
for you.

My anger and my rage
will be replaced with royalty.
I know no end in the death
of me.

I'll return to you,
I'll return to you,
and rejoice too.

- by Cadence Ann Nepote