Under the surface

Deep under the choppy surface

Where stillness waits.

Gather here

The alone, the afraid, the torn, and shattered,

Memories, forgotten or branded.

Bring it all to the quiet.

To the infinite expanse.

Call.

Recall.

The pieces assemble.

Hold gently yourself

With vigilance.

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