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Deflated Teuthida,

a pillar at each side,

familiar with a coast,

abandoned by its tide. 

Ducked beneath the bypass

to drape yourself and wilt

over stone dividers

before becoming still. 

There I saw in passing

your parachute of slime,

with symmetry of limb,

and mantles bathed in brine. 

Wet adheres to weather, 

your shelter not withstood.

You fell beneath a slab

now acting as your hood. 

Had I known, I'd save you

the trauma of dry land.

Then we'd go together

to forage for some sand.

But now we're without choice,

and I will just observe

that I paid witness to you

once you had left your surf.