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Ancient Call

Sea grapes at midnight. 
A rat, dark and foreboding, 
Scurried up ghostly limb. 
The black water called, 
Aqueous, heavy secrets 
Unfolded with each 
Crash of wave, 
The black water called, 
Water-nature born, 
Astral, lunar pull, 
Exact, 
Sliver of white moon, 
Shone in strips, 
Black water searched...