And having found
The plane in chunks
Those track marks 
Upon what dawn
Comfort us confront
The world with 
The things that 
Should have been
If not for this ocean 
Between consequence 
And actions what 
Gives life to us
If not for this ocean
Between conscience
And what survives 
The dead as wreckage
Revived by semblance.
 
Lovely poem! the image of an ocean between...what should be opposite, yet are similar..
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