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Thursday, November 02, 2017

Before the Tide

Many silences,
circling back into sand
by the glass
by the window
this is how you land.                      

Plunge the dark where
all the fine beasts
dive towards sky.
Say more than you have to.

Each pebble a witness
promise and music,
here you are made smaller.
Eating our language,
the song gets stronger.

So much common magic,
an ocean is dreaming
of washing
into the graveyard
to find it’s flower.

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