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I live my life like an open secret,

If you can reach the ocean,

the water is clear,

Many ships quickly traverse through the tides,

but few hear the sirens call:

"Lean over, come near."

Lean over and see what you want to see,

refracted through the surface,

moving with the waves,

Lean over and see what you want to see,

thriving ocean paradise

or watery graves.

Like Nereus, my father ruled the sea,

his heart in the Aegean,

his feet now on land,

and as the sirens echo back to me,

beckoning from the abyss,

I now understand.

My body and soul crave that momentum,

chase the current, don't look back,

eyes are locked ahead,

My oceans are made of steel and concrete,

of flesh, and blood, and neurons,

of things left unsaid.

It's the vastness of it all that overwhelms,

It's the vastness of it all that exhilarates,

It's what drives the sailors to their helms,

It's why the author, the painter, the maker creates.