the undertow
is pulling us out to sea.
the surge of
water, the lunar tides,
the deep
yanking us off our feet.
it wants us back.
we've been away
too long having crawled
out from
the earthly womb.
the open arms
beckon us to come back,
luring us home
with a siren's call,
a lullabye, a sweet
whispered song.
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