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It was that simple

It was that simple
like the sheen on a pond
where my sky is in the sea
the sea is in the sky

but not that simple
the cold in my liver
shells telling me about noise
my head un-preened and tufted

it was cold on the sands
a grey yellow warning
weeds and wood scattered
some burnt

it was that simple
a walk to clear webs
where sense should be