The poem “Beyond the Shore” is about the frustration and the magic of writing poetry. Is the outcome read? Does the struggle put to words matter? One day the void will have an answer.
Consider a realm where this poem is unread by mortal eyes not one sentence witnessed here finds its way to viewer’s grace this happenstance of the muse tossed like a bottle beyond the shore without a purpose except to state dictation meant for higher realms taunting gods in surly jest for the pains words can’t express lines inscribed that disappear perhaps they were never here the whine with cheese in a poem now at the end in reader’s eyes with cheerful thanks even as the void consumes words not meant to last.
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