Trident of Living
Yesterday is wrapped loosely
in the barbs and silky vapor of memory.
Tomorrow is a Mahogany wall of steep hope
slippery anxiety.
The Present is an awkward roll on an ocean.
of crimson crests and sable troughs.
Perfumed sails and bow-crushing sirens
Flashes of flippers and fins.
Sudden slashes and clicks.
The tapestry of grand sudden sorrow.
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