Thursday, October 10, 2013
Dancing
The distance between
maintains breathing room as if
I needed to breathe,
as if your contact
did not save me as it has
before, me drowning
in your waters, gills
working just fine as I twine
my old soul with yours.
Of late we find space
enough to dance our gavotte,
weaving our new forms.
August 23, 2010 9:16 AM
However, a recent study claims that the oceans are under increasing stress from warming, de-oxygenation, and acidification. Significant changes in some areas of broad scale are now expected as early as 2030 as these processes are already advanced. See this: Human Assault Pushes Ocean to Limit Unseen in 300 Million Years
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Twining old souls is the best dance of all...
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