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11/19/2015 1:35:44 PM

Terry Robinson
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He traipsed toward my face.
My grey, imperious majesty.
Impervious to strong fingers
and rubber-soled feet

His face set, hard as my stone,
bearing a load as heavy as avarice,
hungry comes my challenger.
This conqueror of realms,
remains of breakfast travelling on his lips

My unshaven face looks down upon
this approacher, encroacher. Poacher
of the peaks and the torrs.

I am the absorber of shadows and
giver of light. Bringer of Sunday School
picnics and kites that catch the wind

Faced with this venal subterfuge,
my draw bridge is raised, my
crevices inaccessible.

My many jagged limbs,
created by the sea and the wind.
I am the perfect lure to the foolish
and the last sight of the dying

I cast my gaze upon the mirrored sea,
my only neighbour, whose waters hold
firm under the weight of the working boats.
Bows powerless to escape the tension of her surface

You see me as rock. But, I see you too.
I see the fear coursing through your veins
like a virulent disease. A Flea upon my chest

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