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An Old Hammock

An old hammock sways in a safe place; appearances of familiar geometry, echoes of crashing tidal motion. This place was always home to us - this place to seek shelter, seek disguise, covet oblivion; posit persuasions in waves of ocean, perhaps to cradle a foreign ear, or disturb the lonely torpid night.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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