One with the Ocean

Much like Marshmello’s Alone,
Made up she was, of a rare bone.

Not like a quark, not the town’s muse,
But a neutrino, solitary and recluse.

Questions aplenty, Answers much did she seek,
Dearth of a company, she grew meek.

Trembled in despair, she set in motion,
Silent she became, she became One with the Ocean.

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