From pools of xylophone clear
From caves of memory
I saw the children at heart
That we once used to be
Borne on foaming seahorse herd
Compose with trumpeting shell
From lines across their hands
A song as new as new moon
As old as all the sands
wriggles
woken
waving
summoned
smiled
slides
shrank
rolling
pools
pillow
mirror
mermaid
clanging
breakers
hands
xylophone
children
stagnant
borne
clear
child
compel
across
shore
lucky
atlantic
adult
sands
lines
beguiled
their
grown
seahorse
remain
memory
heart
shell
compose
young
diving
fight
since
foaming
caves
laughing
locked
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