On Terra Firma In ITQ
The ocean's a drum fault and sheer;
to me, breakout from dark, this sphere,
that the sunk water lapsing veers —
hours of footprints away from here,
Missing this density timeless
with each sanddollar I will wreck,
for today I'm also in shreds —
in the foam, this form, it lays death.
Like as the deep deep, her I love,
and I loved still, her back to run —
her buoy pushed under, then gone,
only passing wind in seagulls
This kiss in and out seamouth's tide —
on water, moon's curled by her side.
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