A Ring of Stars
nearing time
a ring of stars told me the future is
the sea that you try to grasp with
broken hands and the past will not
be changed it is stained with rust
and flotsam as your inside ebbs like
a mossed ruin in the dunes where
the salted grass fails to grow as the
wind shakes the waves you are alone
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