Departed swampy lands in search for brighter scenery.
Alligators with mouths wide open craved your joy.
In that murky water you left your shackles, tears and filth.
Lighter now, you get buried on that crystal sand beach.
You shed your body, but the energetic trash still hovers;
unaware it’s no longer needed, it cherishes its last few breaths.
The water is inviting, though waves will throw you out.
There is no perfect beach in this continent.
Yemanya is mad, but just the same it cleanses you.
It’s so bright out here.
You’ve been purified with quartz and sea salt.
Walk to that emerald ocean and become one with your element.
The muck has vanished.
Vaya con Dios.
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