Let me show you the meaning
Behind a crooked line
For life is a vein of endless diversions
No edge exists without corner or crook
No tide that does not cradle the shore
Like arms under a newborn bend
The ocean forgives the land its sins
And takes as it gives, bubbles of salt for pebbles of sand
No line exists that does not flex
But one that breaks
Under the burden
Of the desire to be straight
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